In February Brian and I took B3 to church for the first time in…well, let’s just call it 3 months or so. It’s really hard to keep a 4 year old happy and occupied during an hour and a half of church! He doesn’t know the songs yet, so he doesn’t sing along and he can’t figure out why I make him wait for the sermon to gorge on Pirate Booty and Angry Birds. But I’m learning that at this point I should just give him his snack and tablet as soon as we walk in so I can enjoy my time, and last time he did a great job, so hopefully we can start attending on a more frequent basis again.
Our church is absolutely beautiful. It was almost overwhelming the first time we visited. The sanctuary is a beautifully made of wood with a vaulted ceilings and a wall of windows. It’s routinely filled with 350-400 people comfortably and everyone is welcoming and kind. In the center of the sanctuary’s ceiling the vault opens into a recessed skylight that fills the whole room with sunlight. If you click the link you’ll see it on the outside picture, and the website header is the view looking up at it from an angle. Sitting under it is amazing, and our usual seats pre-B3 are almost directly underneath. On the Sunday in February we were running late (as usual) so we missed out on the coveted spots on the back rows for people with children and instead sat in our customary spot. B3 flopped into his seat and looked up. His brow wrinkled up and he pointed to the skylight. Not-too-quietly-in-the-middle-of-singing he asked “What’s that?”
Now, we didn’t attend Lindale when it was first built so we don’t know how this came about but the whole church refers to the skylight as “where the Holy Spirit comes in”. I was so excited to lean over and whisper in his ear for the first of many times “It’s where God comes in, looks at us, and see us worshiping Him!” His eyes lit up and his mouth dropped open as he craned his neck completely back, taking in the sun and the view.
“I don’t see Him!” he whispered back.
“See the sunlight? That’s Him! Remember how God is always watching? He is now, too,” I replied.
Throughout the rest of the service he would pause, look up, and look for God. And over the next week he mentioned “the window where God comes in” several times. I so look forward to raising him in a place and in a manner where he’s always watching for the Lord. He’s starting to ask questions about Heaven that I hope I can and have answered in a way that leads him ever closer to Christ. His little soul is a huge responsibility, but an absolute treasure to get to guide.