This summer I was reading the kids Bible to my oldest grandson, he was almost 5 at the time, and although we talk about Jesus all the time I guess some things never really sunk in. Like that he died for our sins and rose 3 days later because when we got to the gospels and read that Jesus was beaten and killed my grandson stopped me and asked “Jesus died?” to which I answered “yes” he said “He can come back to life though right?” to which I answered “we won’t stop reading until you have that answer”.
So we continued to read about how he was buried in Joseph of Arimathea’s tomb, he was spell bound, he was waiting, he knew that Jesus had to come back to life…we read about the apostles hiding and trying to figure out what to do next….he was climbing on my shoulder and squeezing my arm, the anticipation was driving him crazy, then we got to it! Jesus rose and left the tomb, He was alive again, and my grandson couldn’t take it any longer and jumped off the bed. I yelled to him, “Where are you going?” he yelled from down the hall “I have to tell Grandma!” He had to share the good news! He had to, not wanted to, or thought it would be nice to, he HAD to tell someone the good news, that Jesus is no longer in the tomb, He rose, He’s alive, He overcame death and he fulfilled the scriptures!
Wow, it still gives me goose bumps when I think about that, now he tells everyone that Jesus died for our sins and came back to life and went to Heaven and some day is coming back and will create New Heavens and a New Earth!
I don’t know that I have ever been that excited hearing about Jesus, I’ve been moved, moved to tears, moved to action, but moved out of my bedroom yelling at the top of my lungs so everyone knows that Jesus lives? No I don’t think so, if I did, I sure don’t remember it, but I want to live like that! I want to be that 5 year old that just realized how great our God really is, how much our God really loves us, and how much our God was willing to sacrifice for us!
When I grow up, I want to be just like my Grandson!