My newly seven-year-old grandson, Phoenix, was visiting Chris and I this past weekend. We were up early yesterday morning so that we could get Chris to worship band practice on time. Phoenie and I dropped Chris off and then we headed to Starbucks for Papak’s coffee, Phoenie’s hot chocolate and a little one-on-one time. Phoenie was sitting quietly in the back for a few minutes and then he piped up with this spontaneous question: “Nana, why did Jesus sacrifice His life for us?”
You gotta’ be ready to answer, right?
As we were going through the drive-through at Starbucks, we had a little discussion. Phoenie gave some examples of times when he “made bad choices.” He listened intently to my explanation of salvation and I focused particularly on why Jesus died for our sins. I looked through the rear view mirror and Phoenie was shaking his head. I asked him what was wrong.
“That’s just crazy, Nana” he said. ” I could never do that. I’m just a kid. That must have really hurt Him.”
Phoenie got a glimpse of the miracle of salvation. He’s right – he personally could never die on a cross…and yes, it must have broken Jesus’ heart.
There was no need to say anything more. As we drove back to the church, there was silence in the car. Phoenie unfastened his seatbelt and jumped out of the car. We were walking towards the building and once again, Phoenie had something important to say.
“Sunday school is like a reminder party, right?”
A child’s perspective is simple, isn’t it?
Jesus said,”Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these. Mathew 19:14