My daughter has asked me to read The Story of King Jesus a few dozen times since we got our first copy. She can’t read yet, but she already knows most of it by heart.
These days, my book doesn’t make the bedtime rotation quite as often as it used to, but it still shows up every now and then. Except now, I barely read any of it to her.
She’s the one telling me the story.
(Yes, she is hamming it up for the camera.)
What if our kids knew the story of Jesus so well, they were the ones telling it to us? Imagine how it might change our approach to spiritual formation if even 4-year-olds knew the complete story—not just the fragmented, piecemeal, “pray this prayer so you can go to heaven when you die” version.
We have a tendency to oversimplify the gospel, reducing it to “four spiritual laws” or a handful of verses from Romans, because we’re worried our kids can’t handle any more than that.
I think we’re wrong.
I think our kids are up for the whole story. I think they’re up for more than we realize.
They’re so up for it, in fact, that pretty soon they’ll be the ones telling the story to us—way better than we ever thought possible.