I am about to owe a dollar to my 6-year-old.
Maybe even two dollars, which is the little kid equivalent of 19 million dollars.
At least that’s what my dad would do in this situation.
When I was a boy, he would pay me and my brothers a dollar if he used us in a sermon illustration. Though I’m not a pastor, and this isn’t a sermon, I’m about to show you the gospel in four pictures, and they’re not mine.
They’re my daughter’s.
She’s in kindergarten at a public school in our neighborhood. A few days ago, during her “free choice time” when she can play with blocks or color, she decided to do something a little different.
She decided to write her first book. The title is simple:
“Jesus” by McRae.
Has a ring to it, don’t you think? What would follow in the pages she wrote was an incredibly succinct and beautiful view of faith. Here is the story:
Someday Jesus died for our sins.
Jesus always told stories. Jesus never lied. Jesus love everyone.
Jesus and God are still alive.
Sometimes I wonder why Jesus said things like this in Mark 10:15:
“I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”
Then I read books like the one McRae wrote. Kids get the gospel. They get the need for a savior. They understand forgiveness. They know God and Jesus are still alive.
And they’re not afraid to draw Jesus with a great big smile.