The most precious thing in the world happened today. I got to share the gospel with my two-year-old daughter for the first time. There will be many more times before she is ready to decide to accept the gift He offers her, but today was the first.
We were sitting at the table eating lunch. She chose noonels and corn and for once I humored her starchy food choices. I sat next to her, talking with her. I told her I love her. "Sing the I love you song, Mommy," she said.
So I sang "I love you a bushel and a peck" from Guys and Dolls. Repeating a few of the words, she requested it again and again. After about ten repetitions, she looked at me and commented, "That's a great song."
My mouth twitching, I launched into "Jesus Loves Me". Then I sang "Jesus Loves the Little Children". She asked for repeats on both then sat and thought about the words for a while. I spooned corn into her mouth.
"Mommy, Jesus loves the children."
"Yep," I said. "You are a child and Jesus loves you."
"Jesus loves Nally."
"Yes, He does, very much, just like I love you and take good care of you."
She repeated, "Mommy takes good care of you." I sang "Jesus Died for all the Children". Again, she repeated, "Jesus died Children."
"Jesus loves you and died for you," I said. He died to take away the bad girl things and help you be a good girl. Jesus wants you to be a good girl and He shed his blood to make your heart clean so you can be a good girl."
"Yep," she said. "Want a noonel, Mommy?"
"Sure," I said. I accepted the proffered noonel, wondering if the words had floated past her ears into oblivion.
Several minutes later as we munched noonels, she piped up out of the blue, "Jesus makes good girl." Oh Little Curly Miss, how the wisdom of the ages is revealed unto babes like you. How many theologians have wrestled with that concept for millennia?
I smiled at her. "Yep," I said.