Tonight before going to bed my son Kane said something that stopped me cold. He looked and me and said "Dad if someone tried to shoot me I'd get down on my knees and put my hands together like this (pushing his hands flat together as if to pray) and I would pray to God."
Even as I write this I'm still upset and find it hard not to think about my son in that situation or the fact that he is thinking about it without crying my eyes out. Kane is four years old, and no matter what your view is as the cause of recent events its hard to know evil abounds and my little man just shouldn't have to think through these things.
There is the part of me that is so proud of my firstborn. At four he knows who will save him either in the here and now or for eternity. He spoke without fear as someone convicted in his belief and it's a knowing I didn't have at that age. I have to thank God for that, for the influences He placed in Kane's life and his zeal for the Word. Kane doesn't know it but he should serve as a beacon for what we all really need right now, God.
So as hard as it is to swallow as I hold back the flood I take some comfort in knowing that even though evil exist, so does love and the faith you too can have in Jesus Christ and God. I love you boys.
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