Fresh Fruit

We took Ranger out tonight to get his first real Bible, a Bible that is not stories but the actual text. This is important to us, and it is a ceremonial event.

Within the first few moments in the car, we saw fruit on Ranger. He wanted to read one of the two books that the twins were reading. The kicker was that one of the books was actually his. He wanted a turn, and his modus operandi is to complain or cry until he gets what we wants. But tonight, when he was told that he'd need to wait, he just said, "I need to obey, Daddy." We looked at each other with the "this is new" expression and were delighted. God is showing Himself in our son's ability to control himself, even just for that moment. Incredible.

Then we went to the bookstore, and he chose a Bible. His has a sword on it, which is just like him. He is fierce, and it is appropriate for him to have chosen something that so accurately reflects his personality. We sat for a while and let them look around. He saw a play set that had Jesus and the tomb. He said, "It's empty -- Jesus isn't in there." That was sweet, and again, another confirmation of his knowledge of the things of God. Sweet.

We had to celebrate, and of course we had to go and get man food: burgers. Rush's. Brian asked for someone to pray, and Ranger quickly wanted to pray. That is new. It was just so sweet to see him different, already different. I know that there will be moments of sin and selfishness, just like we all have after many years of walking with Jesus, but it encouraging to see that there is proof of his redemption.

And finally, on the way home, before he fell asleep during the last few miles, he asked to be read to from his very own Bible. Brian read the Christmas story. That was just so sweet, him (and the others as well) wanting to hear truth, from their own swords. Summit and Venture had brought their Bibles along as well, and they each wanted something read from their very own Bible. Just so sweet.

So I am rejoicing this Christmas Eve Eve. The day only got better and better as our hearts adjusted to the precious truth that now all of our children are born again. Hallelujah!