Yesterday morning in church, during the invitation, my 6 year old Cameron wormed his way over to me and pointed to the front of the church. I sat down to get on his level and asked him what he wanted.
He’s been going forward to pray occasionally over the past several months, obviously moved but not understanding what he wants or needs, but I sensed that this time was different. His 4 yo sister accepted the Lord a couple of months ago at home, so we’ve talked off and on about what it means to be a Christian–but I felt keenly that I shouldn’t rush the process with him and hadn’t pressed the issue.
He struggled to find the words for a minute, but I wanted him to say it. Finally he just blurted out, “Can I PLEASE get saved?”
So right there, I explained what being saved meant, and he asked the Lord into his heart. 🙂
A Sunday just can’t get any better than that.