Lunch Lessons and The Faith of a Child

I was eating lunch with my preschool class last week, per our daily ritual, when one of the little boys (age four) sitting next to me starting talking about God. He asked me if God made him. After about a millisecond of hesitation I answered with a resounding, "yes." I asked this adorable little guy where he learned about God. He said that his grandma told him that God made him. He then proceeded to tell all of his little friends about how they, too, were created by God. There were many awe filled eyes at our little table. I nearly teared up.

I write openly about my faith. I am unashamed and outspoken about what my Heavenly Father means to me. So why even a slight hesitation? I live in a America. We have religious freedom after all. But, answering this sweet little boy's earnest, heart-felt question could quite frankly cost me my job. What has our world come to?

There are statistics dating back to June 25, 1962 when prayer was officially banned from public schools where there has been a significant rise in violence, teen pregnancy, drug abuse, bullying, the "need" for mood stabilizing drugs, high school dropouts. Then there is the significant decline in respect for teachers, authority, and human life in general. School shootings are commonplace now. Let that sink in. We are becoming desensitized to the deaths of children.

We can teach evolution, yet creationism is frowned upon and/or banned. We teach mythology, yet the teachings of the bible are forbidden. For a country that was built on the grounds of wanting religious freedom, the laws our founding fathers created to protect us are now being used against us (and them by extension).

I had a friend tell me once that it is the parent's responsibility to raise their children right. I couldn't agree more. However, in the 50+ years since God was kicked out of our schools who does he think influenced these parents? Children spend more of their daylight hours at school than at home. We are talking about generations of children essentially being taught that God is not a priority and/or just not wanted. Even Christian parents are struggling against peer pressure, social media, television, music, and movies. Should they really have to fight against the school's influence as well?

My niece, Kyrin, was recently told by a lunchroom monitor that she wasn't allowed to pray for her own lunch. She is in second grade. This appalled me. Who is this woman to tell a little girl that she cannot pray? Now this is actually illegal. Any student in any school is allowed to openly pray in America. At least we've gotten that right.

I realize how incredibly fortunate I am to live in a country where my job is the only thing on the line. I live where I can freely express my feelings and shout to the rooftops just how much I love Jesus. It might be politically incorrect these days, but I will never take this freedom for granted. Many live where professing their faith could have severe, if not deadly, consequences. It is easy for me to profess my own faith. Then again, it's never really been called into question in a life or death situation. I would like to think that in that instance I wouldn't hesitate. That I would proudly profess my love for my God no matter the or death. After all, Jesus gave His life for me...and for you knowing how much he would truly suffer for it.

So YES, little fella, God made you. He made your beautiful bespectacled blue eyes. He made your sandy brown curly hair. He made your quick wit and (often times) smart mouth. He made you in His image with love and with purpose. He's already using you for His good.

Matthew 18:2-4 says...

2 He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. 3 And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

We can learn a lot from our children. God used a four year old to teach me a lesson on faith, letting go of fear, and the significance of even the smallest and youngest of voices.

So the next time I am asked who God is I will take a page out of my little fella's handbook. We could all learn a thing or two...even from the unlikeliest of sources. 😊