This afternoon during school, Jackson and I were talking about the Shang Dynasty in China. He asked what a Dynasty was, and I told him what it was and to think of it like we think of our president. He said, "You mean Arack Obama?" (hehe). So I told him yeah, like that, even though BArack Obama wouldn't be our president until January. As we were finishing up, I told him that maybe we would get to visit China one day. He said he did not want to go to China. When I asked him why he said because of the traffic! hahaha! Anyway, he also told me that he did not want to adopt a new sister from there either. I asked him if he understood why I had a passion for children in China (all foreign countries really). He understood because the children didn't have mommies and daddies. I explained to him that, yes, that was apart of it, but not the only reason. I shared with him that children in China (specifically China because it was a part of our lesson) didn't have anyone to tell them about Jesus. I told him that China, as a country, worships a "god" named Buddha. I went on to tell him that Buddha was just a man that taught a lot of good lessons, but he was just that - a man. We, however, worship the one TRUE God, the only One on the thrown. He said, "We praise Jesus". I said that is right! I said a lot of people worship men who they think is god, but those men are all dead. Our God, is not dead. Our God is the only God who overcame death. I also explained the Word teaches us that Hell is a real place and that people that don't accept Jesus into their heart go to hell when they die. It may seem harsh to tell a five year old that, but he is a very mature five year old. I believe he needs to understand the truth. So I explained all of that to him. He looked up at me with the biggest tears in his eyes and said, "Mommy I want Jesus in my heart." I offered to pray with him, but told him he would have to pray the prayer to Jesus himself. He said ok, and he prayed that precious prayer right then and there. It was obvious that he truly meant those words, and he prayed the sweetest prayer right there in our school room. When he got done, I hugged him and told him that by praying that prayer, he was expected to live the life of a Christian now. So we talked a bit more, and then we came upstairs to call his daddy!
I am so very proud of my little guy. He is truly a sweet, thoughtful little fellow. He is so kind hearted. I am so proud of him it almost hurts! But more important than all of that, I am so happy that I get to spend eternity with my son in heaven!