I had to share this experience. Like anything, there is really no way to convey this and it have the effect it had by being there. Largely thats the way anything one person experiences and describes to another is, but also you lack the character knowledge and depth from really knowing the person involved. But anyway.
Ive mentioned my 3 year old before. She's a regular 3 year old, bear in mind she turned three nearly the last day of September, so she is barely 3. She talks more then most 3 year olds I guess because she has the 3 older siblings....12, 15, and 17, and thats all, at home, but like any three year old, she is not prone to initiating semi profound thoughts or making unsolicited serious comments.
So we are in Target....wife, 3 yr old, and me. Wife is in the little girl cloths area, and just nearby was the wall shelf of instrumental music where you can press a button and sample the CD's. I enjoy some of those, and usually if Im just waiting I will sample some. So there was one titled, very simply, "Faith"...and its just a man playing piano...mainly old hymns with a sort of modern piano slant .
I pressed the button to smaple that CD. There are no lyrics, there we no pictures on ANY of the CD's that had anything directly to do with Christ...no crosses, no manger scenes, no stars of bethlehem.....absolutely NOTHING except photos of the musicians on the CD cases. There was also, I noted after this, nothing anywhere nearby where we were standing, and we had pretty much just walked in, and had not been discussing anything beyond getting a slurpy.
So the piano music started, and she looked up at me from her seat in the shopping cart and said in her little voiced all full of metaphor and innocence, "He woke up!, He died for us."
It didnt even register at first. I must have looked very strange because my wife came walking up asking me what? Why did I look that way? As I tried to tell her what had happened, I was absolutely overcome...I cannot explain it, I am not prone to this....I had to walk out of that central isle, into a bathroom fixtures isle if I recall, and I started really crying.....not just a little tear, but flat out crying.
Thats it. Thats the story in a nutshell, and I realize how these things are when retold. I just was to say that I was blessed this weekend with what was zero doubt about it a full on encounter with the Holy Spirit through my 3 year old daughter. It was amazing, and I will cherish the memory my whole life.
Cool Im banned TOO.
Enjoy it Holten and Company!
