Conversing With A 5 Year Old Evangelist and Her 18 Month Old Sister
WORDS FROM W.W. October 8, 2016
“Conversing With A 5 Year Old Evangelist And Her 18 Month Old Sister”
Yesterday was “Watch the Grandkids Day!” since our teaching daughter had meetings at her school. It was an experience of gospel and giggling!
Reagan, a highly-verbal five year old, was up and ready for conversation when I arrived at 7:45. Her 18 month old sister, Corin, was also chowing down on mini-waffles as I entered the room and immediately offered me one. When I took a move to accept it she withdrew the offer…and redirected the waffle to her mouth quickly!
Denied!!!
As I sat on the couch Reagan started sharing the gospel with me, using some “gospel block” creation to explain the steps to getting to heaven.
“Granddad, this is the cross! Do you know who that is who is on the cross?”
“Jesus?”
“Baby! Baby! Baby!”, came the voice of Corin directed at me while pointing to a babydoll in a stroller.”
“Yes! That is Jesus, Granddad. Do you know why he is on the Cross?”
The 18 month old walked up at that moment with a hat in her hand. “Hat!”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“Hat!”
“He died for our sins, Granddad!”
“Yes, he did.”
The toddler was not yet impressed by that truth. She had discovered one of her brother’s Hot Wheel cars. Jesse was still in upstairs slumber, unaware of the fact that Corin now was prancing around with his Mustang.
“Car! Car!”
“Yes, that’s a car!”
“If you want to go to heaven, Granddad, you need to believe in Jesus…okay?”
My mind was spinning like an NFL head coach fielding questions from all parts of the press room after a game. The Mustang went thundering across the wood floor, followed closely by a squeal of delight.
“Do you know what this is, Granddad?”, asked Reagan showing me another side of the gospel blocks. “This is heaven. It’s bright and sunny, and people don’t have to wear shoes.”
“Socks! Socks!”, clarified the waddling blonde pointing at the red socks on her feet.
“Yes, those are socks, Corin!”
“Good people go to heaven, and bad people go to hell, Granddad!” I did not want to straighten out the kinks in her theology at 8 A.M., and was a little taken back at her matter-of-fact usage of the word men fling around freely to make a point about their opinions and actions, or in disturbed confusion about something that has just happened…”What the hell!” And now my granddaughter had guided it naturally into her gospel presentation!
“Juice! Juice!”
“You want some juice, Corin? Okay, just a minute!”
“Someday you can go to heaven, Granddad!”
“I hope so, Reagan!”
“…if you believe in Jesus!” There was doubt in her tone! Later on I could envision her doubting my citizenship in heaven because I refused her request for a mid-morning bowl of ice cream! Her evangelism had not yet differentiated between saying yes to her requests being different from saying yes to Jesus. Jesus went to the cross for her, so wouldn’t I at least go to the freezer?
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