Rejoicing with Angels

“You know how God made us, Mommy?”

“How Ethan?”

“He just said our name and then we poofed!”

Ethan …. My little theologian.

I could sit here and think of one-liner after on-liner of Ethanisms. He is quite the ham. Like the time he told me he wanted to be a “snowball fighter” when he grows up. That’s my boy.

Second born. Middle son. He keeps us in stitches. And keeps me on my knees. He tries to push every boundary.

I joke that Ethan will be the one to make my hair gray.

There’s a little truth to every joke.

It is difficult to discipline cute kids. Is it not? One sweet flash of that little gap between his two front teeth and I melt. I have to be very intentional with this kid.

Ethan is a lover, but gets embarrassed if doted on too much. He is very different from my warm and fuzzy Grant. Ethan likes to hold people at arms length. That sometimes includes me. And sometimes includes God.

He loves to read Bible stories and will fight Grant to the death to pray at meals, but Ethan has kept God at arms length. It seems as if he gets a little shy.

But the past six months, I sat back and watched as Jesus stirred the pot. I saw Ethan’s attitude towards God start to warm. He asked more and more questions. His understanding of sin was starting to grow. His need for a Savior was beginning to take root.

Four and a half years of seeds were starting to sprout.

So the other night we were in the playroom. Just me and the boys. Brent was in the garage. Ethan looked me square in the eyes and said, “I want to ask Jesus in to my heart.”

“Grant, go get Daddy.”

Now we had gone through this a couple of times. The idea of asking Jesus into his heart would come up, he’d be extremely interested, but then come prayer time he’d decline. “Not today.”

“O.K.”

Salvation is a Spirit-led thing. Not Mommy led.

So Brent came upstairs and snuggled Ethan on the couch. “Grant says you want to ask Jesus into your heart?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know what that means, Ethan?”

“Yeah.”

Now this is the part that some would argue that a four-year-old could not possibly understand the Gospel. Well, all I have to say to them is baloney.” He not only understands it, he believes it.

We talked for a while about sin and our need for a Savior. We talked about forgiveness and God’s great BIG love for him. We talked and prayed. He closed those hazel eyes and locked his little fingers. Grant, Brent and I laid hands on his Thomas the Tank Engine PJ’s and right there, surrounded by Hot Wheels and Lego’s, welcomed Ethan Crenshaw into the Kingdom of God. Hallelujah.

At that time, Jesus, full of joy through the Holy Spirit, said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of Heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure.”
Luke 10:21

“Jesus is thanking God that spiritual truth was for everyone, and not just for the elite. Many of life’s rewards seems to go to the intelligent, the rich, the good-looking, or the powerful, but the kingdom of God is available to all, regardless of position or abilities [or age]. We come to Jesus not through strength or brains, but through childlike trust.” – Zondervan

Like Christ, our family rejoiced with joy through the Holy Spirit. I mean JOY. Grant and Ethan were hugging and jumping. Now not only earthly brothers, but brother’s in Christ. It was a precious moment. Even Luke, who had no idea what just happened, rejoiced in the excitement. Even he knew it was big.

I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents. Luke 15:10

This night, we rejoiced with angels.

Lord, thank you for Ethan. Thank you for entrusting him to us. Thank you for his desire to follow you. I pray you will help us to nurture his growth. To point him towards the Cross. I pray, by the power of your Holy Spirit, that you would grow him and give him understanding. Give him a deepening love and desire for your Word. I pray he would store up your commands within him and turn his ear to wisdom. I pray he would apply his heart to understanding and call out for insight. I pray he would look for you like silver and hidden treasure. I pray you would give him wisdom and from him would come knowledge and understanding. (Proverbs 2:2-6) Give us grace to raise him into the Godly man you have created him to be. Help us to bring him in up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord. (Ephesians 6:4). What a gift, God. What a gift. In Jesus Name…Amen.

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7 thoughts on “Rejoicing with Angels

  1. what a happy story! I found myself sighing out loud at the sweetness of this story! what a wonderful and happy day as you rejoiced with the angels. My favorite part was when you wrote that he not only understands it, he believes it! so good!

  2. I am in tears right now, good tears. : ) Our sweet little middle boys. I was four when I accepted Jesus into my heart. I remember it, it was real and so was his! Rejoicing with you!

  3. I love this, friend!!! Soooo precious and we rejoice along with you!! I have often wondered what this will be like for our middle child, who sounds very much like Ethan. When Truman asked Jesus into his heart, we kind of waffled, thinking, "should we 'let' him do this" at such an early age (he was 7)? I sought wisdom from Truman's precious CAK teacher at the time, Carol Shipley. She shared with me the same thing had happened with her daughter and when Carol asked her husband what they should do, he replied, "Well, Carol, do you think Jesus would say 'no?'" Made SUCH a huge impact on me and I believe as well that all of Heaven is rejoicing over Ethan today!!

  4. Becky…I am a snotty mess! just in tears….this is so wonderful!!! I'm with ya…no age limit on salvation if they understand, believe in their hearts and confess with their mouths. (Romans 10:9-10) What a wonderful heritage God is creating within your family! Spiritually wealthy! Praying and rejoicing with your family tonight!!love, the vanhorn's! 🙂

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