This morning before church we read to Charlie and C the story of the Last Supper from our Jesus Storybook Bible, and C volunteered a couple of questions about why Jesus would choose to die and what tearing the bread had to do with that.
Later this morning at church a teenage boy was baptized, and C offered up many, many more questions, referencing "the God who made us" and "the devil" and more -- so many that Jason was concerned that the people around us might be annoyed. I just plowed ahead though, trusting that pouring out the truth of Jesus' death and resurrection as represented by a believer's baptism was reason enough to ruffle a few feathers.
Finally, during communion, C wondered "is that really bread" and "is Jesus still dead," opening the door for me to tie back to our morning story and the baptism.
Now, we have certainly not seen a fruitful harvest this afternoon (in either of the boys), but this week has given us the opportunity to plant seed after seed after seed after seed (in both boys). It has been grueling, back-breaking and emotional work, but we believe that there will one day be a harvest, whether in our time with C or even in our lifetime, we do not know.
At the start of church (as we were trying to quiet and settle and referee two strong-willed, disgruntled, six-year old boys) Jason mentioned that he has had many people ask why we would do this -- why would mess up the perfect little family the three of us had -- and my first reaction was to wonder the same. God was faithful (and swift) to show me exactly why He told us to do this -- to plant seeds. He will take care of the rest.
"And let us not grow weary of doing good,
for in due season we will reap,
if we do not give up."
(Galatians 6:9)
"I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth.
So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything,
but only God who gives the growth."
(I Corinthians 3:6)
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