When our children were younger, it was my custom to
pray with them before tucking them in to bed.
One night when Sarah was very young, she prayed for courage. When she did this, I was very surprised
because I thought she was too young to know what courage meant.
As a good father, I did not want her to grow up to
be a Phariseea who was long winded and used big words (Matthew 6:7). I wanted her to “pray with understanding” (I
Corinthians 14:15), so I asked her, “What is courage?”
Being the dad that I am, I knew what this word
represented. I thought it represented a concept
beyond her ability to understand. So I
was ready to explain to her the difference between courage and fear.
As it turned out, it took her but a moment to reply
that courage meant: “Not turning away.”
I was dumb founded.
Not only did she understand it, but she defined it better than I would
have. If I wasn’t so proud, I would have
admitted that she understood courage better than I did. Instead, I wanted to redeem myself and started
to say, “You know Sarah, I was going to tell you that courage meant not being
afraid…”
However, she cut me off and didn’t let me finish my
sentence. She looked at me so knowingly
and said, “Dad, you can be afraid and still have courage. Courage just means that you face something and
not run away from it.”
I should have been very upset because I’m the
daddy. I am the wise and knowledgeable
one. I’m supposed to be the one to teach,
not her.
Yep, I should have been upset, except when Sarah
said what she said, I pictured God in my mind.
He was nodding His head and grinning from ear to ear. I could picture Him turning to His Heavenly
Hosts, as He was saying, “Another Pharisee has been put in his place tonight.”
He was right.
