By ARE THERE TWO JESUSES?
“David, your food is getting cold,” Sarah called as her 6-year-old son seemed to be glued to his Bible. She walked straight towards him and angrily snatched the Bible from him.
“I told you I am already late for work! Moreover, what are you looking for? Since the past one week you seem to be inseparable from your Bible,” Sarah asked as she helped David to adjust his school uniform.
“Mom, I can’t seem to find my answer. Perhaps you may help me,” David said.
“OK, Sweety, but eat your food first and then you can ask your question in the car,” she replied.
David was so excited that he was finally going to get an answer to the question that has been bothering him for long. Within a twinkle of an eye he had eaten his food.
Mother and son entered the car and, as Sarah drove, David said, “Mom, may I ask my question now?”
“Of course, yes,” Sarah replied.
“Mom, are there two Jesuses?”
“Hmmm… What did you say?” Sarah asked to be sure she heard her son well.
“Mom, are there two Jesuses?” David repeated it.
“Will you shut up! What sort of blasphemy is that! Who has been teaching you that heresy?” Sarah asked angrily.
David was now shaking. “Our new teacher taught us that…”
“Oh oh, your new teacher has been feeding you with such heresies! No problem! I will go and see him before going to my office. I’d better be late to work than leave you like this,” Sarah interrupted her son.
When they got to the school, the morning devotion had already started. Sarah walked straight to the teacher, not minding if she was going to disturb the other children. “What have you been teaching my son? If you aren’t capable to be a teacher then resign, OK?”
Before the teacher could say a word Sarah had slapped her! The attention of the school proprietress was drawn to this and the two parties were ordered into her office. They both narrated their parts of the story.
David was now shedding tears. The proprietress brought him closer to herself and, after calming him down, she asked him, “Why did you think there are two Jesuses?”
Still in tears, the little boy answered, “Our teacher told us that Jesus is our Father and His children behave exactly like Him. He said Jesus does not steal, lie, fight or stay away from church and that His children behave exactly like Him.”
“That’s true,” the proprietress replied as she wiped David’s tears, “but that’s not enough reason for you to believe that there are two Jesuses.”
“Is there any other thing we need to know?” the lady continued. “Don’t be afraid. Tell me what your teacher said, she won’t flog you.”
“My mom told me she is Jesus’ daughter,” David responded. “She usually sings ‘I am a Jesus’ baby…’ but she still fights. I saw her take Daddy’s money last month but, when Daddy asked, she denied it. This morning she even fought with Daddy. So I thought probably my Mommy’s Jesus was different from my teacher’s Jesus. That was why I was searching my Bible to see if I would find my Mommy’s Jesus.”
By this time a mist of tears had gathered in Sarah’s eyes. She was so ashamed she could not look into her son’s eyes…
Does your character make people wonder if you serve a different? Repent!
