I’m fortunate enough to be surrounded by some pretty intelligent people. People with street smarts and people with more degrees and letters after their names than any one person truly needs. All sorts of wisdom surrounds me.
But I have to admit, that although I’m surrounded by so much academic wisdom, intellect and worldliness, some of the best conversations I get the privilege of enjoying, are the ones I have with my nine-year old son.
Just a few weeks ago we discussed the Charleston shooting. I explained to him what had happened and watched his little face express sadness and confusion. I also watched his face light up as we spoke about how love wins, how it has to win and will always win because God is love, and love is God.
This past weekend, as our conversations about love continued, he broke it down like this:
“What I do know, is that Jesus told us to love. And you know what else? He said that people will know you’re a Christian if you love. That’s how we roll, us Christians, we just need to keep trying to love each other.”
He’s nine and has the whole world figured out.
From the mouths of babes, indeed.