Hey Reader–
My autistic four-year-old just preached the gospel to me over a calculator
I needed to do some quick math the other day. Grabbed my phone, pulled up the calculator. Finnegan was making me ice cream from his Melissa and Doug playset. Maximus dropped his Lego Duplo train and wandered over.
“You doing math, mama.”
"Yeah! Want to help?" He found the X first — because X is in his name, which made him VERY proud — and then I backed up and taught him addition. "How old is Finnegan? Two. Press 2. Now add how old YOU are. Press the orange plus sign — it looks like a cross."
Without missing a beat —
“Oh. A cross like Jesus.”
I just stopped. I looked at my boy and said, “Yes. A cross just like Jesus.” He pressed it, added his four, and did his math. And I sat there completely undone.
He saw a plus sign and thought Jesus — not punishment, not debt, not something scary. Just: addition. Jesus added to everything. And I think that’s exactly what the cross is — not something that takes things away from us, but Someone who gets added to our lives and changes the whole equation.
I don’t know what the cross has meant to you — or what you were taught it meant. But if you needed a new picture of it today, maybe borrow my four-year-old’s. A plus sign. Addition. Jesus close.
Take the advice of my four year old and add Jesus to your life. Every single part of it.
Have a wonderful weekend. 💜
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