So Cailyn made her way into the backyard
and waded through the rubble for a few minutes before it hit her. The sunflower was gone. She quickly made the connection and
approached me about the situation.
Cailyn (pensively, almost wistfully): “DadDad, why did you cut down my sunflower?”
Me (feeling rather gardner-ish and somewhat
theological): “Well, that’s what you have to do every year. Sunflowers – plants - need to be cut back like
that. Sometimes they even look like they
are dead. But then, when Spring gets
here and the time is right, they start growing again. It’s kind of like when Jesus came. He had to die to take care of our sins, but
then he rose from the dead at just the right time. And now we can believe in him and go to
heaven when we die.”
Whew.
The gospel in a nutshell – er, sunflower seed – for a
five-year-old. I wasn’t sure if she got
anything at all out of my attempt, but she was paying very close attention as I
spoke. And when I finished she flashed
me one of her patented gorgeous smiles, rolled her eyes just a little bit, and as
she frolicked away threw this final tidbit over her shoulder, “I know all that,
DadDad.”
That’s my prayer, Little Darlin’. That’s my prayer indeed.
Jeremiah 31:3 says, “The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: "I have loved you
with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness.”
Father, keep your presence alive and active in the lives of all of our little guys. Amen.
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