Last night out family attended "the big event" for home teams. It was a time of praise and worship led by the High School band and then sharing about what home teams had meant in our lives. We took all the kids and then suffered a little fussing in the car when we told them that they had to actually sit with us and participate...rather than go to childcare.
We ended up on the second row, because that is where the kids choose. During the introduction, Pastor Eric said that we were going to have the music, and then an open mike for sharing of stories...things God had done, ways we were changed by being in a home team, etc. Sam was standing by me and leaned over and said "I have a story, do I have to tell it?" I told him no and then went back to the music. When we sat down, he told me again that he had a story. I said "tell me" and he whispered it to me. What he told me was a sincere and honest declaration of his faith, but the whole room was full of grown ups talking and I wasn't sure that it was okay. Plus, who wants to give an 8 year old an open mike in a serious meeting?
He continued to tug on my arm all through the stories...often critiquing what the adults had to say in light of his own story. At one point after an adult told a rambling story of healing...he said "well, okay, I guess I could just tell them about the time Heath broke his arm and I prayed for him". He seemed really determined to tell his story and began to try to get Pastor Eric's attention at the front.
Finally, he told me "momma, if you would ask for the mike, they would give it to you and then you could give it to me." So, I raised my hand and Mr. Miller brought the mike over to me. I introduced myself and briefly explained that this was our first time participating in a home team, and that it had meant a lot to my family. Specifically, it has provided our family with a circle of adults who are helping mentor and love our children. Then I told them that it was actually my son Sam who wanted to tell his story. Then I handed the mike to Sam and he said...
"Hi, my name is Sam and when I was 5 and 6, I didn't really believe in God. And now since I have been 8, I have been going to service more and I want to say that now I believe in God."
Wow, what a statement! I was so proud of him! And lately it has been on my mind a lot that I want to insure my children love God and serve Him...but sometimes I worry about how to do that. So, for today, I can mark it down...Sam believes!