It started like any other day. We had completed a morning of homeschooling and were out making Avon deliveries and running a couple of errands. As we usually do when riding around town in the car, Christopher and I were talking about a variety of topics...including his recent inability to play any games that involve guns due to him pointing his finger at me like a gun when I said something he didn't like the day before. We don't oppose guns in general (growing up in Alabama with a Dad & brother who love hunting, I don't think I could)...but we do promote the safe use of guns, including, but not limited to, not pointing them at people (including the finger variety, because I believe what is practiced in childhood often becomes the basis for what will be done in adulthood).
Christopher was asking some very good questions in general, and eventually our discussing came around to why pointing guns at people are bad...which we have talked about in basic terms before, but this time, Christopher's questions went deeper. This discussion led into what happens to people when they die. It was from this discussion that Christopher mentioned that he loved Jesus and he wanted to go to Heaven someday, and not the "other place that's dark and painful" (his words, not mine). I asked him if he wanted to accept Jesus in his heart and he said, "YES!" very emphatically! Since we were in the car, I suggested we wait until we got home and let Daddy be a part of this important time. Christopher agreed that would be a good idea and added that way I wouldn't have to close my eyes while driving! ;)
Our conversation moved to what it means to be a Christian and what happens when you accept Jesus as your Savior. We've had similar talks in the car before, but this one was different...more indepth. He really wanted to know all there was to know! I wish I could remember the whole conversation...why is it that there's never a video camera running when I need one?
When we got home later that evening, we prayed together as a family and Christopher asked Jesus to be his Savior. It was one of the proudest moments of my life! What a blessing it was to be there for every step of the process!
Later, I realized that I was Christopher's age when I prayed a very similar prayer! It was on Mother's Day that I walked down the aisle of my grandfather's church and made my public profession of faith. Things will come full-circle for me this weekend as Christopher makes that same public profession of his own faith!