It’s lots of fun. Having two older kids, I’ve forgotten how fun it was to experience the transformation of a child from toddlerdom to Pre-kinderdom. In a few weeks our youngest will turn four. It was just yesterday when I was sitting in a hospital in Princeton, NJ, with my wife as we waited for our little guy to enter the world, a world that would be turned upside down just a few days after his birth with the 9/11 tragedy.
Yesterday as I got to spend some quality time running some errands with the little guy I couldn’t help but notice the number of questions that were thrown at good old dad. I also couldn’t help but notice the number of "WHYS" that followed. Then it hit me that the kind of faith in Christ I desire, is the kind of faith that my child has in his parents. A faith that never tires. A faith that never gives up. A faith that rests in the saving grace that God is indeed good and is at work and is always working. All I need to do is allow him to move and grove as he so desires. I’m reminded by Paul’s words, words that we the church are called to live by from Galatians 2:20, "I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me."