It seems my cookie monsters are back. School’s out and the neighborhood grandkids are back!
Knock…Knock… “Hi Miss Dina, we’re back! Can we have a cookie?”
Little rascals, they know I won’t say no. But first the little guy had to give me his testimony. He told me all about how he now has Jesus living in his heart. Of course big sister chimed in every chance she could to give details. “Yeah, we were in the hot-tub on mom and dad’s anniversary and that’s when it happened! And Pop wrote my name in the Bible too.” Clearly that was the best news I had heard all day and I told him so. I also told him that I, too, had Jesus living in my heart. To which he gave me a wide-eyed, “really?” look. After we jumped around the kitchen shouting praise to God it was back to the business at hand, cookies. Let’s just say they got more than they bargained for, but hey, so did I. Cutie pie- that he is! But cute has nothing to do with it. Years ago, a grandmother was sharing the same news about her young granddaughter to which several of us there gave our whole-hearted and enthusiastic response:; “Praise the Lord!” All but one who simply said, “How cute.” Cute? Really? A soul is saved by God’s grace and you find it cute? Something’s very wrong here. It wasn’t until later I realized she had no idea what had just happened. And although the truth was openly shared with her many times, “No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him; and I will raise him up at the last day” (John 6:44).
My neighbor’s grandson is cute. His salvation is a miracle. Having his Pop write his name in the family Bible is something he’ll never forget. Even more exciting is that God has written his name in the Lamb’s Book of Life! May he never forget that and grow up into the man God has called him to be.