Remember Fuzzy? He gave me the greatest and most humbling compliment of my life about a month ago. Fuzzy had his first day of Kindergarten and the teacher wanted to know why he insisted he met Jesus at Grandma Mary’s. But that’s another story. If you missed it you can click here.
After school Fuzzy drew a picture and asked Grandma to write down the following words to give to me along with the picture. At first I thought it was cute, that’s it, just cute. Then, last night I woke up with the interpretation to the coded gospel of five year old Fuzzy.
Without further ado, it is my honor to share with you.
The Gospel According To Fuzzy.
Grandma readied her pen, all eyes were on Fuzzy. He took a deep breath and began, “Dear God you’re so good to me. God I got a couple of little wormies.” (I’m not exactly sure if that has anything to do with the drawing. I think it may be an opening prayer or his interpretation of “Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name...Give us this day our daily gummy worms.)
Talking through a wormy looking piece of candy he continued. “Storm clouds are so strong and powerful. That’s why they call him Storm King. God fights Storm King with his almighty Sword. God pushes a button on His Sword and turns the universe into God World.”
Grandma stopped writing, thought that was the end. Sounds like a boy’s version of “and they all lived happily ever after.” God pushes a button and makes everything OK. End of story. Amen.
But he wasn’t finished.
He chewed the last of wormy, swallowed hard, raised hands and voice as he declared, “Then the Storm King came back! (Pause for theatrical effect.) We had lots of stormy weather with lots of wind and rain! (Lightning flashed, lights flickered, window rattling thunder rolled.) Wide eyed and white knuckled pen holding Grandma waited. What happened next, she asked.
Waving invisible sword, he jabbed and lunged all the while explaining that he was God’s side kick. He worked with God to help fight Storm King. Then he stopped, dropped his sword. Looked Grandma in the eye and said, “But before God can stop the Storm King, God has to be done taking his bath.”
Fuzzy was done. He walked away.
A few days later the story was given to me. Smiling I read, laughed and said it was awesome. Never gave it much thought after that. Until last night. I woke up thinking about his story. Fuzzy’s on to something I need to learn. I think he’s got the right idea and I need to be more like him.
And so I prayed.
Dear God you’re so good to me, I got a couple things here and for that I thank you. It looks like a storm is brewing. The storm clouds are big and powerful. I know you could push a button and make everything okay and someday you will. But for now I know the storms will come. I will trust you in the storm. I must learn to stand with you and fight; face my fears and the enemy of my soul. I trust you to never leave my side.
And in the quiet I will drop my sword and look to you. I will remember what you’ve done for me. I’m the one who needed a bath, the one filthy and covered with sin, but you took my filth upon yourself. For me you allowed the Storm King to bath you in blood that should have been my own. You, who were clean, became unclean for me. I will never forget to praise you my Lord and my King. The power of your resurrection required you to first be done taking your bath. I hear your words, “It is finished” echo from the lips of this warrior child.
You have taught children and infants to tell of your strength ~ Psalm 8:2