From the mouth of a babe, straight from the heart of God
Years ago, my father-in-law father, a police officer, had given our family free tickets to a large three-ring circus production the police department were sponsoring. Of course after a few hours, the flashing lights, loud music, breath-taking suspense, excitement, and cotton candy overstimulated all the kids. Rather than playing like they usually did when we were back home, everyone was hyperactive, yelling and becoming increasingly agitated.
It was obvious that I needed to intervene and help them unwind. I don’t like sticking kids in front of the T.V. but this was an emergency. None of the kids could believe their good fortune and immediately fell silent as I tried to find a decent show. Soon, they were completely enthralled by a cartoon called “Ghost Busters.” At that point, even though I had never let them watch this particular show, I was just happy that everyone was gradually unwinding.
Not Daniel, though. He came barreling into the kitchen after ten minutes and yelled, “Mum, mum, you’ve got to see this show. These guys have big guns and they just point them at a ghost and kaboom, the ghost disappears!”
I sighed and said, “Daniel, guns don’t really work against ghosts.”
Immediately Daniel wondered, “Well, what does work?”
I explained, “You shouldn’t try to deal with ghosts, just send them to Jesus.”
Danny paused for a moment and asked, “So, what does Jesus do with ghosts when He gets them?”
I laughed so hard that I barely could answer, “Honey, I really don’t have a clue.”
Daniel stopped for a moment, and then smiled. I quote my son’s exact words, “I know what He does. He takes them into Himself and fills them with His love.”
I was stunned; this six-year-old spoke words straight from the heart of God.
Copyright 2014, Melanie Jean Juneau