I nuzzled Katie good night and tucked in her covers. "Good night! I love you!" I whispered.
"Mom! Mom!" Colt shouted from the other room. I sighed a deep sigh (Colt has a LOT of questions about life and the world).
"When I grow up I want to be two things: a pastor AND a police officer."
At first, I blew his pronouncement off. But then, I was suddenly struck to the core. What if my son was destined to be a preacher man like his father and his grandfather (and his great-grandfather and his great-great grandfather and even his GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHER)? The inquisitive mind, the care and concern for others, the obsession with the great theological questions of life (even if often times heretical in conclusion). Might God be calling my little boy into the ministry?
I rushed to his side and sunk to my knees. I poured out a prayer of blessing over him, and prayed with all my heart that if God were calling Colt to become a pastor, that He would give us wisdom.
"Dear God," Colt sweetly prayed. "If you want me to be a pastor, just show me who to tell about Jesus, and I'll go and tell them." (Katherine's heart melts).
Beautiful. Pure. True. And yet ... there was just ONE tiny detail I was forgetting/omitting. You know, that whole pastor AND a police officer thing. But did Colt forget? NooOOOOoo. Colt doesn't forget ANYTHING.
Fast-forward to day two, three boys and one mom packed in a minivan on a Costco run.
"Mom!" Colt piped up excitedly. "When I grow up and am a pastor and a police officer, maybe whenever I see bad guys, I can put them in my police car. And then, on the way to jail, I can tell them about Jesus."
So far so good. But then, Colt just couldn't resist quoting from Chapter 16, verse 42 of the Book of Colt:
"And then, if they ask Jesus into their hearts, and PINKIE-SWEAR to never do bad things again, I'll let them go!"
Sigh.
Katherine - May I share a funny story in this vein? One day many years ago my father (also a preacher man at the time) was pulled over by a state trooper. Dad knew he hadn't broken any laws so figured this was God's doing. I don't recall the details but somehow Dad ended up in the front seat of the trooper's car with the officer. Conversation ensued and a short time later my dad found himself saying, "You aren't arresting me, God is arresting you." The trooper proceeded to remove his hat and bow his head to accept Christ. So you can tell Colt that amazing things can happen in a police car if you have the faith to beleive it.
ReplyDeleteHa ha ... I have no doubt that my little preacher man would love to do the same thing!
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