There is a certain stress that affects many christian mothers. A topic that causes fear and strikes panic in the heart of even the strongest among us. The simple question, “Has old was your child when they accepted Christ into their life?”
I admit, this has really freaked me out. Who wants to be the only mom at MOPS without a story about “how little Johnny asked Jesus into his heart when he was four”. And of course, we all have the friend whose son asked Jesus into his heart when he was three or whose daughter not only asked Christ into her life at age 2 1/2 but also witnessed to a family of four who lived next door and brought all of them to faith as well.
Once, when Jacob was four, we were sitting on the couch and he said to me, “Mom, I want to be a christian.” My heart started to race. I had no idea what to say. My mind went blank – BLANK I tell you. This was it, the moment I’d been waiting for and I didn’t have a clue what to say or where to start. I finally managed to squeak out, “Jacob, do you want to pray with me to ask Jesus into your heart?” He looked at me, with his big eyes wide and his long eyelashes fluttering and said, “No, I think I’ll just have a sandwich.” And just like that, the moment was gone.
After that, I started doing my research. I bought some books about how to witness to your kids and did online research. I prayed that God would give me the right words and provide a time and place where I could lead my little ones to Christ. Strangely enough, the more I looked for the opportunity, the less I saw one. I finally had to realize – this is not about me. (Shocker, I know.) This is not about me “making” my little kiddo come to the Lord. What God really wanted from me was for me to be a good example of what it means to live an authentic, real life with Jesus.
Fast forward to this last Sunday morning. I laid Jacob’s clothes out and included a black and grey button down shirt. He came in my room and said, “Mom, why do I always have to wear shirts like this to church?” I told him that we love God so much we want to look our best when we visit His house. Jacob said, “Mom, God doesn’t care what you wear when you go to worship him. He just cares that he lives in your heart.” He then went on to explain to me that God does live in his heart, because he invited him to live there at the end of last year. And because of this, he didn’t need to wear a button down shirt to church…
I teared up and felt so proud of my little guy. He’s always been the “spiritual” one of our little brood. Always wanting to know more about the bible, prayer and Jesus – even when he was just a little tiny guy. In typical Jacob fashion, he found God on his own time, in his own space, and quietly went about the business of asking him to “live in his heart”.
So long story short…I now have my story for MOPS. But it is a little different in that he was 8, not 4 and it really had very little to do with me.