Two weeks ago

Jesus said, “I am the resurrection and the life.”

This was the Awana Cubbie’s verse for the week. Resurrection is a big word for a four-year-old. But my daughter understands the concept well. Alsan was resurrected. Jesus was resurrected. And this verse holds a special place in my family’s life because it is engraved on my father’s grave in the Amazon jungle. She loves to hear things about her grandpa, so this memory verse was fun for her to say.

Four nights ago

Eleanor and I were watching a reality show about little people last Monday night and one of the men on the show had died. Here’s a synopsis of our conversation:

“But he is coming back, right mom?”

“No, this show is about real people. It isn’t pretend. He died. That means he doesn’t come back.”

“Jesus can bring him back to life. But he is in heaven, right? And then Jesus can resurrect him!”

“I don’t know. It depends on if he asked Jesus to forgive his sins and told him he wanted to be with him in heaven. If he prayed to Jesus before he died and loved Him, then he is!”

“I haven’t prayed that. Let’s pray that tonight.”

“Right now?”

“No, when I pray before bed.”

I let her bring it up on her own when it was bedtime, and she did.

“You do it for me.”

“I can’t. You’ve got to talk to Jesus yourself. I can’t do it for you.”

“What do I say again?”

“Please forgive me for my sins and I trust you to take me to heaven when I die and bring me back to life.”

“Jesus, please forgive me of my sins and I want to go to heaven with you.”

I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure. Matthew 11:25-26