My Shameless Light

So, at the time of my last post, we were dealing with a bit of a blunder on mommy (and daddy's!) part and trying to correct Andrew and teach him what is appropriate to say and what isn't. I am happy to report that he (and mommy and daddy!) are doing much better in the bad word department. Andrew has since moved on to a new and exciting phrase that he loves to yell ANYWHERE and EVERYWHERE we go. He yells it before he goes to bed and as soon as he wakes up. He yells it in the store, in the mall, at the playground, in church. He doesn't care who hears him or who he's interrupting. What's the phrase, you ask?

"CHRIST IS RISEN!"

Ah, much better than my last post. During Easter in the Orthodox Church, it's customary to say "Christ is Risen!" and then to respond by saying, "Indeed He is Risen!" Obviously this is where Andrew got the phrase, but unfortunately for me, every time he yells it, he expects me to respond "Indeed He is Risen!" in just the same amount of gusto and excitement as he. I don't mind doing that at home, but in the store? At the playground? What if someone HEARD me?

I am ashamed to admit that I am embarrassed to proclaim Christ's resurrection with the same joy and freedom of a two-year-old. It is understandable why Christ wanted the children to come to Him. They had no agenda. They had no ulterior motives. They had no shame in their desire to know and be known by Him.

I envy Andrew and his simple faith. Andrew loves to say his prayers and I've started asking him to pray for specific things I'm worrying about because I know his faith could move a lot more mountains than mine can. I hope he will always be my little prayer warrior, and my little reminder of the faith that I am expected to have as well.