“Jesus just asked me if I like my presents!”
Startled, I looked at my 4-year-old son who had been quietly and intently playing with his Legos (which were a Christmas gift) before uttering this exclamation.
“What?” I said, “Jesus asked you that?”
“Wow. How did you hear Him say it?”
With a look of 4-year-old pity, he turned to me and replied, “He said it to my brain, silly!”
Of course. Silly me.
“That is so amazing, buddy. How special that you heard Jesus talk to you! Did you answer Him?”
“Yep. I told Him I like allll my Christmas presents.”
I really don’t doubt that my kid is hearing the voice of God. It’s utter simplicity to him. He doesn’t have any preconceived ideas or misconceptions. If a (good) thought fills his mind that he knows is not from himself, he knows it’s Jesus. Shouldn’t it just be that simple? But that’s another lesson for another time…
After having this conversation with my son, I got a little teary-eyed. Life has become so complicated for me. I’ve been in this state of constant wrestling: fighting for vision, fighting for direction, working through pain, and urgently, desperately seeking God for clarity and wisdom for the complicated “grown-up” things of life. And all of that is important, but…
I think I forgot that Jesus cares about the little stuff. Like if I like my Christmas presents.
I think I even put Him in this box that says, “when talking to Jesus, only the serious stuff matters.” I’ve grown to think that anything little, like telling Him how much I love my cozy new throw blanket, is just silly.
And maybe it is. But when did He ever say He doesn’t like the silly things, too? When did He say not to invite Him into every detail? Quite the opposite, really…look: