Coveting Faith

The faith of a little child is an amazing, and inspiring thing to behold:

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Luke steeple his fingers and bow his head for a split second. Surprised, I said, ''Sweetheart, what are you doing?'' He wouldn't tell me, but a few minutes later, he did it again. I said, ''You don't have to tell me, but if you want to, I'm listening.'' Finally he confessed, ''I was saying a little prayer for Daddy.''

''That's wonderful, Luke,'' I murmured, abashed that we, or our modern world, somehow made him embarrassed to pray for his father in his own home. It was as if that mustard seed of faith had found its way into our son and now he was revealing that he could move mountains. Not in a church or as we gazed at the stars, but while we channel-surfed. I was envious of him.

I was really surprised to see an article like this, written by a self-described athiest, in the New York Times. Maybe God has chosen to draw this woman to Himself through the faith He has given her child. It would be really interesting to talk to her a year from now and see what might have changed.

I can't wait for the day when I see that kind of faith in my daughter Bailey. Of course, Genia and I will always teach her our beliefs about God, and we believe God will honor that and give her the gift of faith, so it shouldn't surprise us, but it will be a welcome and celebrated time in our lives.

Posted by JohnH at January 9, 2004 05:27 PM | TrackBack