We
got one of the most important calls a grandparent can get last night. We had clues that it was perhaps in the
works, but this one came with FaceTime on Chris’ phone and text-messaged photos
on mine. When Chris answered the
FaceTime call she saw little Luke, who greeted her with his usual, “Where’s
Fredericke? I want to see
Fredericke.” What can I say? The guy loves our dog. Once that assignment was covered, he went on
to playing with the phone’s camera and trying to make a physical connection
with us through it. Sorry, Luke,
technology is just not quite there yet.
Before
long Caleb joined us, with his goofy antics and grand smile. And it was Caleb who was the source of the
big news. Well, I guess it would be more
accurate to say he was the object of the news.
We dropped a few hints to try to get him to tell us about the photos Dad
had sent, but he was pretty busy being a seven-year-old. Finally Dad prompted him, and he let us know
that he had “asked God to forgive me.”
Yep. In a nutshell, he prayed and
committed his life to Jesus.
Now,
he had also written down in his Bible what he was feeling when he actually
prayed (great idea, Dad). So with Caleb’s
permission (at his urging, in fact), his Dad read some of it to us. Very heartfelt stuff. The struggles of a seven-year-old raised in a
great home with parents who both love Jesus are just as real as those of the
crusty old codger who finally gives in to Jesus after years of running. Baptism to follow on a date to be arranged later.
Absolutely
nothing better. We are very proud of
you, Caleb.
John
3:16 says, “For God loved the world so
much that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him will not
perish, but have eternal life.
Father,
thank you for drawing Caleb to you and for receiving him into your kingdom. Help him to grow. That’s the hard part. It just lasts so long … forever. But it’s so worth it … forever. Amen.
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