The other night Grant comes into the living room and plops onto the couch.
He looks over at me and says, “I want to meet Jesus.”
This throws me. In the matter of about 2 seconds, the following questions flash through my head: Is 9:00 on a school night the time to have a conversation about Jesus already being with you? Meeting Jesus and inviting him into your heart? Will a 7 year old understand the concept of faith, grace and salvation…? Am I over analyzing this?
Yes! Waaaaay over analyzing this.
I settle on the following response: “Yes, I want to meet Him too… someday.”
Grant sizes me up for a moment: “Well, you’ll probably meet Him first.”
I sure hope so buddy. I sure hope so.