"When?" "Where?" "Why?" "When?"…pause for breath and off we'd go again. Then the barrage of questions changed, "Wanna play I spy with my ittle eye?" (He's working on getting the leading "L" of a word, but it's still a bit of a struggle.) We jumped at the chance…wouldn't you? And soon we were guessing "something red." At four years old, Noah doesn't completely get the rules of the game, so we guess red things as they go by until he decides which one wins. To be fair, he guesses the same way - which allows us to pick the car that just went by, a few miles from when the round started.
The pragmatic side of me was sure the mother was misspeaking - the boy had to have heard about Jesus. Then, as the question echoed, it hit me…yeah he probably heard, but he was probably never told about Jesus. Hearing and being told…two different things. The world will talk about Jesus and it's not always in a favorable way. It takes a follower of Christ to tell someone about Him.
You hear something from one source, you take it or leave it…a second source begins to grab your attention. When you hear something four times from four different sources in the matter of a week's time…it's probably something to pay attention to. So, I guess I need to own up to the fact I self-deprecate …
When it comes to forgiveness…sometimes we become so embittered and twisted in our mentality and thinking that we actually prefer lying in our grief and hurt, rather than going to the trouble it would take to be well again, we seem to prefer "lying there at the pool" seeking out pity and attention.