You’re Invited to Come and See

| December 23, 2014

When Penny was 2, we started reading stories about Jesus from a large picture book that narrated events from the Gospels in simple language with colorful graphics. Every day for months, we flipped through the pages until she had memorized parts of the stories of Zacchaeus and Bartimaeus and the good Samaritan. But one day, she put her hand on top of the page, as if to stop me from reading further. “See Jesus, Mama. See Jesus.”

I pointed him out in the picture. His back was to us.

She shook her head. “See Jesus. See Jesus.”

We flipped through every Jesus story, only to discover that the illustrator never portrayed Jesus’s face. Penny wasn’t satisfied until I went online and produced a portrait of Jesus. She smiled. We could go back to reading the book now.

William never fixated on seeing Jesus, but he enjoyed stories about Jesus just as much as his sister did. Once, when I was scheduled to read to his preschool class, I asked him to select a book. He raced into the playroom. When he returned, he said, “Mom, I picked the Jesus book. Because I don’t think my friends have learned about Jesus…

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