By: Charity Gutierrez
The dialogue between me and my six-year-old on our way home from church tonight:
My Son(Anxious): Mom, turn down the volume. I want to tell you something.
Me (Irritated) : Can’t I just listen to one song in the car?
My Son: Mom, turn down the volume. I want to tell you something
I turn the volume down but only slightly.
My Son: Mom, turn it down more. I want to tell you about my fire truck.
Me (more irritated): I told you that you were not supposed to bring that fire truck to church in the first place.
My Son : I didn’t hear you.
My son stops talking for a short time then resumes:
My Son: You know what I think about when I look at this fire truck? I think about Jesus. He comes when people call him and pours out his water. I think about Jesus. He is our rescuer and saviour.
I sit speechless.
Me: That is awesome.
In your righteousness deliver me and rescue me; incline your ear to me, and save me!
