Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Heaven is for Real

Heaven is for Real by Todd Burpo is a gripping book told in the candid voice of the little boy's pastor-dad.  Four-year-old Colton Burpo experienced heaven firsthand while undergoing life-threatening surgery.  In bits and pieces over the next several months, the story of Colton's heavenly visit comes out, much to his parents astonishment.  What makes the book especially fascinating for skeptics like me is that Colton's dad, a Wesleyan pastor, is a skeptic, too!  At least, he questions his son closely, matching up Colton's answers with Scripture.  Burpo discovers that Colton's descriptions match Scripture passages that talk about heaven, passages that would be beyond a four-year-old's depth.  Colton's confidence in what he's seen is unshakable: comforting a dying man, Colton cheerfully exclaims, "Don't worry; the first person you'll see is Jesus!"

Heaven is for Real is a book that people will be talking about for some time.  Seeing heaven through the eyes of a child and absorbing its reality as shared in his innocent, honest voice leaves an indelible impression on the reader.  I, for one, came away encouraged and renewed in my certainty that heaven is for real!   What a great hope we have as believers in Jesus Christ!  Another great take-away is that Jesus loves little children, as Colton repeatedly emphasized  While I know and believe these truths, there's something refreshing and soul-stirring about hearing them effectively preached to us 'from the mouth of a babe.'   I'm so glad I received this book as a complimentary copy for review from Tyndale House.  You'll be glad you read it, too.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Jesse Tree and other family traditions

It's here --  The Christmas I've been anticipating all of my life.  I know this sounds like the previous post, but all of the sudden I am saturated in awareness that this season of my life and of my little girl's life is the one I've looked forward to for so long.  And I want to bask in the moments.  I want to capture every golden smile and sunshine-drenched day of these precious little toddler years.

Right now I'm reveling in the joy of instituting family Christmas traditions.  One that I've recently encountered is the Jesse Tree Advent Celebration. Jacie and I found the Jesse Tree branch today in our yard.  I'm sure she had no clue why Mommy was foraging through brush looking for just the right stick. But I was excited, and she was happy just to be outside.  Tonight I hung the homemade, crayon-colored earth ornament on our Jesse Tree and read Jacie the Creation Account from Genesis.  As I look at our Jesse tree adorned with its lone ornament, I'm almost tempted to just have the Jesse Tree this year and not do a regular Christmas tree.  I love the simple symbolism of the Real Meaning of the Advent Season.

Almost tempted.  Because another greatly-anticipated tradition to be instituted this year is choosing and cutting our own tree!  We've had a fake one since we got married, and I probably had it for myself  when I was single even before that. I've long vowed that it would be different once we had kids.  Last year hardly counted, I felt, since Jacie wasn't quite six months old at Christmas and completely unaware of anything.  This year is The Year.  The year of awareness.  The year of instituting traditions.  The year it all begins.