Armor of God
"Gramps, do you know where in the Bible it talks about putting on the armor of God?"
I was fixing a cup of coffee when the question was asked. My nine year old grandson had hung up his bookbag, left papers for his mom on the counter, and jumped right into the issue of the moment.
"I think it's in Ephesians, chapter ten,” he continues. “I looked and I couldn't find it. I Looked in Thessalonians, both of them. Neither of them have ten chapters."
I pulled out my phone. The instant encyclopedia that fits neatly in our pockets. To be honest, I was thinking Timothy, but my mind had jumped to fighting the good fight, not the armor.
"We talked about it in CCD," he adds. "I was thinking I might be able to write a poem."
"Ephesians, chapter six, verses ten to eighteen," I say, looking at my phone and knowing I'm not as wise as he thinks.
He runs into the dining room. That's his way, always moving quickly, sometimes with reckless abandon. Ten minutes pass. I'm leaning against the counter, sipping a Donut Shop blend. "I wrote it," he says, once again moving as fast as the surrounding obstacles will allow.
He hands me a piece of white paper with the pencil scratching's of a nine year old who's going on fifteen.
"I want to put it on a blog, and see who reads it, and from what countries."
Recently I read him something from my blog, a post from before Christmas, titled 'A Bundle of Some Importance'. He was impressed with the number of views, and the readers from various countries who had found their way to different entries. Now, I know he is not allowed on the internet without an adult immediately present. I agree with the decision wholeheartedly. After all, I grew up without the internet, but we had things children today lack.
I fold up his paper, placed it in my back pocket with my phone. I tell him I will see what I can do, explaining that a blog requires the use of social media, and at nine years old that isn't going to happen. He understands, as of yet, he has no desire to go on Facebook. Maybe by the time he's in high school we will have moved on to something better, and possibly worse.
So, I sit at my desk, in the late evening. I unfold the piece of white unlined paper, and I begin to type his words on my laptop.
The Armor of God (Ephesians 6:10-18)
A poem, or is it simply a list of the things he needs to do when standing up to the world and its warped values. Either way, I smile and feel a warmth inside, knowing the Word of God has touched him in his heart and soul.
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