The grace of a child

You know something. When I reflect about my life and ministry as a young pastor I can’t help but think about our children. Tonight, I could of broke down in tears like a little baby when my youngest son comes to me in our living room, grabs my hand, and takes me into his room and says, "dad, play toys."

My son loves me just as I am. In all of my brokenness, he loves and accepts me and most of all wants me to play spider man. When you think of the kind of grace shown to us by Christ, Christ takes us by the hand, walks with us, and wants to be with us in the midst of our lives. My only problem is that I’m clueless at those times Christ is trying to grab my hand and like a nimrod I keep ignoring his attempts at wanting to be with me in the midst of life’s struggle at following him.

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