Cancer Shmancer

I feel like I should apologize for not posting anything in several days. I know some of you check often for updates. But something happened a couple of nights ago that put my cancer in perspective (and even made me forget it for a while).

This is cooler than cool. My words won’t come anywhere close to communicating just how incredible this is.

Parker (my oldest son) gave his heart to Jesus Tuesday night.

And I thought I was gonna bust at the seams.

He began a conversation with Shanda that evening – about his naptime of all things. “I think Jesus was tugging at my heart” he said. Shanda asked him what he did and he said, “Well, I prayed and asked him if he would please go away.”

Not only is that funny, but I took it to be an authentic sign of conviction. How many of us, if we were honest enough, would pray the same thing?

I noticed the conversation going on so I joined in. The next 20 minutes or so were spent talking to Parker and answering questions about sin, heaven, and Jesus being the boss.

Then he said, “I think maybe Jesus is tugging at my heart again right now. Can I pray and ask him into my heart?”

It’s a good thing my wife was rock solid as these events unfolded, because by now I was nearly a blubbering idiot.

Parker prayed the most sincere prayer you could expect from any 6 year old. Among a few other things, he prayed, “Jesus, I love you and I want you to come into my heart. I know it’s junky and I want you to clean it up. Thank you for dying on the cross for our sins. I love you and want you to be my boss.”

He was beaming afterwards. So was Shanda and I – maybe just not as openly. I was so proud of him that I felt guilty about it.

Cancer? What cancer? When your son gives his life to Jesus, nothing else matters as much. Give me another day and I’ll post some updates, though.