From the time you were born, you have always had so much to say. Each morning, before the first bite of syrup-soaked waffle brushes your lips, you have already burned through a small book of observations, comments, songs, questions, random thoughts and unusual mouth sounds. Each night you spend your last moments, using any unspent words from the day to reject the advances of sleep.
The daylight between those two moments find your brother and I staring at each other in confused disbelief as your mind rotates from one line of thinking to another without missing a beat…. while your Mother just smiles at you like a woman who is on the inside of a secret.
Lately, you have been learning a lot about Jesus, His death on the cross and His resurrection. You have been talking all about it:
“Daddy, did you know that Jesus died on the cross for our sins??”
“Three days later he just rose again from the tomb!”
“Jesus took all of our sin and POOF, they’re gone daddy!”
“When Jesus died on the cross he broke our sins and we are free!”
“Can you believe that Jesus died on the cross?”
“No matter what we do, God still loves us.”
You’re voice is so animated; your eyes are wide and wild. You speak with a smile as you repeat this surprise over and over to anyone and everyone who will listen. You talk about Jesus as though He is the greatest person who has ever lived, as though the cross and empty tomb was the greatest event in all of history. When I hear you tell the story, I actually believe it is good news.
As people get older, they don’t talk about Jesus…. at least not like you talk about Him. You speak so matter-of-fact about Him, you seem genuinely surprised at this unexpected gift, and you assume that others want to hear this amazing story. But we grown-ups tend to talk about the cross in muted tones and in “appropriate” places. We know that the answer is Jesus, we just aren’t as amazed as we used to be.
I don’t know why we don’t talk more about Jesus. I suppose you talk about someone to the extent that you have let him in to your life and allowed him to reshape who you are. I know for me, the moment my life intersected with your Mother’s, it has never been the same. Then we had, Evan, and a few years later you came along. Then the surprise that is, Malina, happened and now I find myself forever changed. I don’t know a life that is outside of the one shaped by my family and I welcome any opportunity to talk about you guys to anyone who will listen.
Your brother and I might be tempted to say you talk too much right now. But in your impressive display of words are cradled the very depth and length and width and height of God’s love. The reason you seem so surprised and amazed and filled with Joy is because the good news of, Jesus, is surprising and amazing and the source of lasting joy.
May you always see the wonder that is Jesus, and never stop talking about Him.