Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Tender Years: Preaching
"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
Back up in Carthage, TX. I can't possibly be more than 5 years old. We'd go to Sunday church. I don't remember anything about that church. But I do recall coming back to the house, going into my room, I had a small square table that stood about two feet tall by my bed. I pulled it out into the center of the floor, opened my little white King James Bible on top of it, and proceeded to preach.
All so long ago, I don't recall what I preached, what I said to my imaginary congregation, but I recall vividly how it felt. I felt white hot and on fire for the Word. It seemed that in that moment I understood things far beyond my years, comprehended the urgency of the message and used words and expressions I had never used.or really even knew.
I don't recall ever doing it again. It was just something burning in my heart to do that one day. And then it was over. Was it simply a child inspired to mimic the preacher she had heard that morning in some imaginary play time? Was it a young child sincerely led to try to worship and proclaim God? Did I think those thoughts and say those things or was the Holy Spirit in the room with me?
Whatever it was exactly, it left a strong memory. And I still have the little table beside my side of the bed.
Did you ever have bouts of imagination that went beyond your years and understanding? Ever seem to feel things and understand things beyond your years?
Thanks for sharing!