eyes. “Okay... when? Like when Daddy talks at church?”
Colton nodded. “Yeah, at church. When he’s telling Bible stories to
people.”
Sonja didn’t know what to say to that, a situation we’d grown used to
over the past year and a half. So she and Colton prayed together, sending
up flares to heaven that Daddy would give a good message on Sunday.
Then Sonja slipped down the hall to the living room to share their
conversation with me. “But don’t you dare wake him up to ask him about
it!” she said.
So I had to wait until the next morning over breakfast.
“Hey, buddy,” I said, pouring milk into Colton’s usual bowl of cereal.
”Mommy said you were talking last night during Bible story time. Can you
tell me what you were telling Mommy about... about Jesus shooting down
power? What’s the power like?”
“It’s the Holy Spirit,” Colton said simply. “I watched him. He showed me.”
“The Holy Spirit?”
“Yeah, he shoots down power for you when you’re talking in church.”
If there were comic-strip thought-bubbles over people’s heads, mine
would’ve been filled with question marks and exclamation points right then.
Every Sunday morning before I give the sermon, I pray a similar prayer:
“God, if you don’t help this morning, this message is going to fail.” In light of
Colton’s words, I realized I had been praying without really knowing what I
was praying for. And to imagine God answering it by “shooting down
power”... well, it was just incredible.