Being Intentional

As some of you may know, I grew up in a Catholic home. My parents diligently kept Sunday mornings as a day we went to church. I am grateful for this intentionality for many reasons, but it primarily helps me understand the high value of knowing there is a God in heaven who exists. I didn’t realize until much later that I was missing a vital component of my spiritual upbringing. Knowing the person of Jesus Christ. When I talk about my time growing up in the Catholic tradition, I often refer to “knowing of God, but not knowing God.” I didn’t realize that to know the Father was to know His Son, who is the way, the truth, and the life (John 14:7-9).

In his gospel, Mark accounts for a time when Jesus gave blessings to the children after rebuking His disciples for preventing these little ones from coming to Him (Mark 10:13-14). Notice, though, this would not have happened unless the people intentionally introduced the Son of God to these children (Mark 10:13). I love that my parents brought me to church. When I struggled as a young father, I knew God was the answer at some level. It was not until I learned about the person of Jesus Christ that I understood this is who my family needs. A Savior. How intentional are you, my friends, in bringing your children, grandchildren, nephews, nieces, cousins, and whatever child you have romping around you to Jesus? Don’t hinder them.
 

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