I Need Jesus

Upon arriving home from work this evening (and shortly thereafter hearing from the doctor that both kids have a touch of pneumonia), Timothy met me at the back door almost in a frenzy.

"Daddy, I need Jesus! Daddy, I need Jesus!"

At first, I wasn't sure what I was hearing. For clarity, I asked, "Did you say, 'I need Cheez-Its?'" After all, crackers are his favorite food group.

"No. I need JESUS," he responded in frustration.

"You need JESUS?" I asked, just to be extra-sure.

"Yes. I need JESUS," he replied.

To be honest, I wasn't sure what to do or say next; however, before I could respond, Timothy took me by the hand and began leading me down the hallway.

"Daddy, I need Jesus," he continued.

Taking me to his room, Timothy dropped my hand and pointed.

"Daddy, I need Jesus."

Rather confused, I looked in the direction he was pointing . . . and low and behold, there next to his bed was a Fisher Price catalog turned to a page with a nativity set on it. And guess who was in the center? You guessed it.

"Daddy, I need Jesus."
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After chuckling, I did find myself praying for Timothy in a new way later this evening . . .

Father, may Timothy live a life dependent on your Son. May His heart cry out in all circumstances (whether prosperity or adversity) . . . I need Jesus.

May he know and walk daily with the Jesus. Not the plastic Jesus so popular in American Christian culture . . . the Jesus who melts when in heat and can be easily tucked away for safe keeping. May he know and walk daily with the REAL JESUS . . . the risen, reigning, LORD.