Nathan’s birthday
[I began this post the evening that the event occurred, but have not finished putting into a form suitable for posting until today. I hope that you rejoice with me in this occasion! Of course, to you Richard Dawkins types, I have just incriminated myself as a child abuser. All I can say is that our world needs a lot more of this kind of abuse.]
Today, November 19, 2007, my son, to the extent that a six-year old is able to do so, committed his life to Christ.
It came about, as I was reading to him before bed, that a passage in Isaiah led to a discussion about Christ being a stumbling block to the Jews, and how their rejection of Christ as messiah led to the Gospel’s proclamation to the Gentiles. I explained that many Christians view the Jews as brothers and look forward to when they will be reunited with their Promised One.
“But not me,” Nathan said, “because I’m not a Christian yet. But I will be one soon, I think.”
I prompted him to elaborate. He said that he was “going in that direction, but he wasn’t there yet.” I asked why he didn’t think he was there, trying very hard not to push. He said that he wanted to ask Jesus into his heart, but he kept getting rejected.
Now, you have to understand, when my son uses the term rejected he is thinking of someone slapping a basketball away from the goal, and he playfully uses that term for all sorts of things, so I had to ask him how he was being rejected. He said that we (his mother and I) wouldn’t let him do it yet.
My wife and I have both been cautious about letting Nathan take this step if it wasn’t really coming from his heart. Being as involved in church life as we are, our son naturally hears his share of “God-talk,” and he not only retains things that he hears, but he is able to put pieces together in unexpected ways. The first time Nathan mentioned that he wanted to ask Jesus into his heart was when his grandfather died. We sought to assure Nathan that “Pawpaw” was in heaven with Jesus because he had asked Him into his heart, and Nathan said he wanted to do the same. Feeling that the suggestion of the moment was just too strong, we did apply the brakes a bit, telling him that we would talk about it and make sure that he understood what all of that meant. As months have passed since then, we haven’t pressed it, not wanting Nathan to make a profession just to please us (I realize that possibility still exists, but more on that in a bit).
At times, Jesus’ words from Matthew 19:14 have come to my mind; “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.” Now, as Nathan and I talked, I felt certain that the time was right. I explained to Nathan why we had wanted to wait, but told him that if he wanted to become a Christian we could do it that very night, at which he enthusiastically nodded. Still, I asked him several probing questions, and prompted him to tell me in his own words why he wanted to be a Christian. I also cautioned him that being a Christian could sometimes be hard; that some people wouldn’t like him because he was a Christian, and some would make fun of him. He said that he wouldn’t like that very much. But he was encouraged by my reminder of Jesus’ promises concerning those who are persecuted for His name.
So, I had him kneel next to me beside his bed, and I led him in a relatively simple prayer. I emphasized to him that if he didn’t agree with anything that I said, he shouldn’t pray it, because this was his promise to God, not Daddy’s.
And in short order, by virtue of adoption, my son became my brother!
Now, I believe that only God truly knows our hearts, and whether we’re six or sixty there is always the possibility that we are less than sincere in our professions of faith. Christ, however, said to let the children come to him, and I don’t believe that applied only to those little ones approaching Him in that moment of time. He also said that we are to have faith like that of a child, suggesting very strongly that one need not have a thorough understanding of all matters theological in order to take hold of the gift of salvation that His blood purchased for us. That’s a good thing, by the way, because very few, if any, of us could be saved were that the case!
Temptations will come to him, and doubts will inevitably arise, as they do with, I suspect, most of us. I will try to encourage openness with these things, rather than an environment in which doubt is not to be expressed. I think that would be foolish. We all, if we are honest… and the least bit thoughtful, have to deal with doubts from time to time, even if they are only passing whispers of thought.
But I am so very thankful that God has allowed me the privilege of leading my son to faith in Christ; that my natural fears as a parent, of all the things that might happen to my precious boy, are greatly soothed by the assurance that he is in Christ, and that nothing shall snatch him from that mighty hand. Now my task, and his mother’s, is to model a life lived in Christ before him, and to disciple him in the faith.
And as it has been since before he was born, my fervent prayer continues to be that he will walk with Jesus all of his days.
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