The other week, I had one of those cherished moments as a father. The pic above is a cropped pic of my son, Obadiah, in a restaurant bathroom.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he will hate me one day, I understand, but I couldn’t pass it up.
As I waited for him to complete his business, he looked up at the two rails on the wall and shocked me with what he said:
“Daddy, look a cross.”
I replied, “You are right, buddy. That does look like a cross. Who died on the cross?”
“That’s right, Obie.”
“Daddy, I love Jesus.”
“I love Jesus, too, Obadiah.”
God, don’t let him lose that love. A love for Jesus makes a complex world simple. Let him see that love in me.