I was transported. Seriously.
When our kids were small we always read a Bible story before they went to sleep. Sometimes we read different books first, but the last story they could always count on to be a true story from God’s Word.
“Ok,” I’d transition, “that was a good story. Now we are going to read an even better one because this is a true story from the Bible. This really happened to real people a long time ago.”
It seemed important to me to distinguish between pretend and real. I wanted the last thing said, the last thing on their minds before they went to sleep to be from Scripture. I may have been a little obsessed with that.
Recently on a trip to visit our son, daughter-in-law and our two-year-old grandson Roman, it came as no surprise to be asked to read the bedtime story to Roman…