Tonight I was steps away from the kids’ doorway, steps away from the freedom to sit down and write, when Sawyer started asking questions as he sometimes does. Does the devil still look like an angel? What day did God create dinosaurs? What did you mean when you said that God led you and Daddy here?
For about the past year, we have been talking to Sawyer about salvation. About Jesus and sin and the good news. He has always seemed to have a tender heart toward the things of God. I believe he is a Christian. He shows every indication of having come to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ, and he wants to be baptized.
Tonight, again, we went over the truths of God’s word. I asked him if he believes these things.
Yes, he answered with conviction. I believe all of it, because the Bible is non-fiction.
I smiled in the dark, standing next to the Craigslist bunk bed where my two biggest kids sleep. I had never heard it put quite that way. But, he’s right. The Bible is non-fiction. The absolutely true story of a God who needed nothing, but wanted us. The true story of a God whose perfection and power and might and sovereignty contrast so clearly against our constant failure, yet He invites us to become His own children.
Tonight I’m grateful for a real Savior and a really sincere little boy who sleeps on the bottom bunk. Soon he’ll step into the water with his daddy and show the world a picture of the gospel truth: dying with Christ, burying the old man, dying to self, and rising to walk in a brand new way of life. I pray that his steps are sure.