A Birthday of Sorts

I was studying in my office at the church at around 11:30 today when I got a call from Breena. We have been trying, for some time now, to figure out what to do with our oldest son, Cyrus. He is obviously very gifted. He is only 3 1/2 and is quite the drummer, has taught himself to write in cursive, knows how to spell everything, and knew his alphabet at 17 months. We love him so much and want the best for him, but it can be challenging sometimes to know what that is and how to best raise him.

One of the things that goes along with giftedness is sensitivity, and Cyrus is especially sensitive. He gets angry quite easily. I don’t know what set him off today, but apparently Breena decided to address his anger. She began to tell him about Jesus (of course he already knows about him) and how the only way for him to be happy (and not angry so much) is to let Jesus into his heart. At first he didn’t want to have Jesus into his heart because he wanted to be angry. But then mommy said, “That’s okay. But if you want to be happy you need Jesus, just like I need Jesus.” She told him about sin and the cross and the resurrection. Then she asked him if he wanted to pray to invite Jesus into his heart. He said that he did. And that’s when Breena called me.

Of course I rushed home as quickly as I could. When I got there, I sat down with Cyrus on the pew (yes, we have a pew in our house) and asked him about his conversation with mommy. We went through everything that he had talked to mommy about and then I asked him if he wanted to pray to invite Jesus into his heart. He said “yes!” So the three of us bowed our heads and Cyrus repeated the prayer after me. It went something like this: “Dear Jesus, thank you for dying on the cross for my sins. Thank you for loving me and forgiving me. I am a sinner, but you have forgiven me for all my bad things. You died on the cross for me. They put you in a tomb, but then you came back from the dead. You’re alive! Please come into my heart and live with me. I love you. Amen.”

It was, for me, a beautiful moment–one of those times where you’re shocked by God and your amazing child. I don’t know how much he understands all this. But I do know that I’ll continue to talk about this with him and pray with him. He is truly remarkable, and his God loves him very much. As do I.