When my son Hub, decided that his calling was to become a preacher at age six, I knew that this might mean many things for him. I knew that he would be different from other children. I knew that he would probably be ridiculed and teased. I knew it would not be an easy road—in any way, shape, or form. And I knew that many surprises were in store for not only him, but all of us.
This story happened on January 1, 2015, at lunch. After it happened, I wrote it all down so I would remember it. I know there are many out there who will doubt that this really happened. I know there are others who will read more into it than it is. To us, this is simply another way that the Lord is working through our son and preparing us for the things in store.
It was a regular old Thursday at our regular old noon lunch time. We sat down at the table as usual. Diddle said the blessing. Then Hub asked if he could say a prayer. I said sure, and he began. “Lord, you have blessed us with Your almighty power. You are the greatest of all and our one Lord. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.”
Then he looked up at the sky and smiled and said, “I’ve wanted to say that forever, and now I have.”
Then he began to talk to me. He said, “Mom, if our country is supposed to be the country of the Christians, the ones who would fight the evil ones who believe that demons are not evil, then Israel would lose. We, as Christians, would lose that war because there are not enough people here who believe in God.”
Then, as I sat there speechless, he continued: “When the people are following the demons, I shall go to them and say ‘Follow me.’ And I shall take them to church, and I shall show them that the Lord is God, that He is the Almighty One.”
Then he picked up his pizza slice and began to eat as if he had just told me he was going out to ride his bike and not that he was planning to go out into demon worshipers and bring them to God.
He then went on: “God will have to defeat the demons. Man cannot defeat them. If all men gathered together to fight one demon, they would all fail. Only the Lord can defeat the demons. I will tell them that.”
Diddle, my daughter, not in the least thrown by this revelation from my son, then asked me to tell them a story, which I was a little too thrown to do at that moment. Instead we talked about our plans for the afternoon. Which certainly didn’t involve fighting demons or preaching to demon worshipers, but our plans turned out just fine.
Do I know what it all means? Not really.
Do I know that the Lord has plans for my child—for my children? Certainly and without a doubt.
It amazes me how comfortable Hub is with all the things he is discovering. It amazes me, too, how his sister takes it all in and doesn’t seem the least bit surprised by any of it.
And while I don’t know exactly what the Lord has in store for my family and my children, I know that He will be with us to guide us and support us and equip us as we move forward from here. Knowing that the Lord is real and that He provides and guides is a comfort that I pray everyone could know and understand.
I pray that each of you who read this story are inspired that picking up and following the Lord is so much easier than we, as adults, think. “For my yoke is easy and my burden is light” saith the Lord Jesus. (Matthew 11:30, KJV)