Sunday was such a special day for our family.
My little man , how I affectionally refer to my 7 ALMOST 8-year-old nephew, Alex wanted to get baptized. He was so excited. He said God told him He should be baptized and He was ready.
It was so much fun to share a row with my family, ready to worship. (We are all spread out at different churches now-a-days). The worship was incredible.
Alex was all wiggly with excitement as he sat next to his neighbor friend who came to see him baptized.
My sis (Alex’s mama) had tears in her eyes and a twinkle in her heart.
My brother-in-law had the proud Dad look and the I hope I remember everything I am supposed to say in my 3-5 minute speech I am giving pre-baptism look. (He is a pastor on staff at this church and before baptizing Alex he was to explain baptism.)
My mom and Dad both had their hands held high as we sang songs praising the name of Jesus. I could not help thinking about how doctors had given my Dad no hope, with his two-time cancer diagnosis, yet here he was, whole and healed.
Then came time for the offering. My nephew got this desperate look in his eye. He had forgotten to bring any money for the offering.
He had just been visited by the tooth fairy and He had saved some of that to give to God.
His eyes got big and He began to dig in his little pocket.
“Mommy, I forgot my money, but I have a lego man. ”
And with all the childlike faith he had, he dug deep into his pocket and placed the lego man into the offering basket.
To a seven-year-old boy, a lego man is everything.
He gave everything to the one who can do ANYTHING.
It made me think, will I approach Jesus with that same childlike faith? Will I dig deep into my wallet, my heart, my activities, my time, my space– and say, I may not have __________ but here is what I have. I will give you ALL of that.
Will I trust the Lord of hosts with ALL or most?