I started praying for him before he was even born. Every night when I put him to bed, I prayed the same prayer. I asked God to save him.
It had been a long day. The kids were finally in bed and it was time for me to do the same. But just a few minutes after I closed the door to their room, I heard the voice.
The word dad was really drawn out.
This isn’t what I wanted to hear. Like any good pastor, I got up and walked to my son’s room with a holy look on my face while thinking evil thoughts to myself.
“Why can’t he just go to sleep?”
“Doesn’t he know that he’s cutting in on my time?”
Thankfully, before any of that ever came out of my mouth, my son spoke. He told me that he had some questions.
“Questions about what?” I asked.
That’s when he lost it. Tears filled his eyes and his sobbing made it hard for me to understand him.
“I want to know how to become a Christian.”
Now I really felt bad. The day I had been praying for had finally come and I was complaining about it because it was cutting in on my personal time. I was really glad that the evil thoughts that were in my heart were never verbalized.
I got my son out of bed and grabbed a Bible.
Because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved. Romans 10:9-10 (ESV)
We read that verse and then we talked about sin, forgiveness and Jesus being the boss. And then we prayed.
When my wife found out that she was pregnant with my son several years ago, we were excited. Financially speaking, it probably wasn’t the best time for us to be having a baby but we didn’t care. Besides, on paper, is it ever really the best time to have a baby?
On her first visit to the doctor after finding out that she was carrying our son, my wife was told that something was wrong. She had lost the baby.
We were devastated.
But then the doctors told us that they had made a mistake. My wife really was carrying our baby. We were excited again. And a bit apprehensive about our doctor’s methods.
Everything came as a shock to me. The pregnancy shocked me. The false diagnosis about a lost child shocked me. The correct diagnosis shocked me. And my son’s salvation shocked me. Even though I had been praying for it for all of these years. None of it, however, came as a surprise to God.
Long before I found out, God ordained that I would have a son.
And long before that night when my evening routine was interrupted by God’s grace, God chose to save my son.
All along, God had a plan for my son to become my brother.