Thatcher has been ALL about reading the crucifixion and resurrection parts of the bible ever since Good Friday. We read it at least once a day and have to start in the Garden of Gethsemane and can't finish until Christ appears to the disciples in the locked room. Yesterday, he had me show him Golgotha on a map...and wanted to know if we could take a plane to get there or if we would have to drive.
This evening, Thatcher lost his bedtime story privilege. Walking past his room after tucking the other children in, I saw him sitting on the floor "reading" the bible out loud to himself. I asked if he wanted me to read it to him. He already had made it past the crucifixion and resurrection and was on the final "story" about how Jesus will one day return to earth. That is where I started reading; after which, Thatcher asked where Jesus is now. I reminded him that Jesus is now in heaven. He then asked how he could get to heaven. I told him that to go to heaven, he needed to believe in Jesus, that he died on the cross to forgive our sins. He responded, "But, mom, I already believe in Jesus!" We then talked about how we all sin--even mommy and daddy--and that Jesus took all of the punishment for our sins. All we have to do is ask God to forgive our sins, and he wipes them away. Thatcher then told me how happy it makes God when he talks to Him. He wrapped it all up by asking me if we could sing "Jesus Loves Me" together.
I simply have no words to describe what an extraordinary privilege it is to share the gospel with my four year-old. I can only say that it gives me a taste of the magnitude of my heavenly father's indescribable, incomprehensible love for me.
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