Thanks, Louie

If somebody tells you a story about a kid and a phone, there is a greater than 90% chance that it’s going to be bad news. I’ve got a story about my eight-year-old son and a phone but it’s the best news I’ve heard in a while.

A couple of nights a week my sons have soccer practice. These practices aren’t at the same time which means that our family is on a soccer field for most of the night. While my eight-year-old practices, I get to spend time with my oldest son. We read books, talk and play around. While my oldest son is practicing, my eight-year-old wants one thing.

My phone.

He doesn’t care about calling anyone. He doesn’t have a social media account. He just wants to see videos. I think that he walks around with a playlist in his head of about eight videos he wants to watch the next time he gets some downtime with me and my phone. This is the part where I always feel like a bad dad. I usually suggest that we watch ridiculous news clips on YouTube. You know, the one about the whistle tips or the one about the Leprechaun in Alabama. He always quickly declines. There’s only one man who he wants to see.

Louie Giglio.

So we watch Louie talking about space. And Louie talking about the wonders of the human body. If you’ve ever seen these videos, you know that Louie is talking about more than just science. That’s just a platform for him to display the sovereignty of God. When Louie talks about space, he’s trying to get across how small we are and how big God is. When he talks about laminin, the cell adhesion molecule, he’s explaining that Jesus really does hold all things together. My son eats it up. I think he has these sermon clips memorized. I couldn’t be happier. No offense to the Alabama Leprechaun. The last thing I need in my life is him coming after me.

My son has a friend at school who is not a Christian. They are great friends. They always play together and talk about, you guessed it, science. Earlier this week, my son’s friend had a very unusual question for him.

“What makes the human body stay together?”

My son’s answer was quick.

“Laminin. It’s the cell adhesion molecule.”

When my son told me that, I was really glad that we didn’t spend our downtime on the soccer fields watching news clips about Alabama leprechauns. I’d like to say that my son’s friend repented right there on the spot when he got a picture of Jesus holding all things together. That hasn’t happened. Yet. But I am glad to say that my son is doing his best to see it happen.

He doesn’t know what cell adhesion molecule means.

Don’t tell anyone but neither do I.

What my son does know is that we are all being held together by a really big God and that his friend desperately needs to be made right with that really big God.

Thanks, Louie!

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