“Mom will you make me a shake?”
I had just sat down. The kitchen was finally clean. It was about 8:10pm. On a school night. And my 10-year-old son was asking me to make him more food.
“Did you eat all of your dinner?” I am stalling. I know he ate all of his dinner. I watched him. Congratulated him for eating all his greens. I am in search mode as I am asking him, trying to find a loophole out.
“All of it, Mom.”
It’s my turn to respond. I am tired. I really want to stay on the couch. But he’s so darn cute. Huge blue eyes. Honey blonde hair. Dimples. What did I tell him earlier? What was that?
“Honey, I’m tired and I just sat down. Feel free to make your own shake.”
“Mom. You told me you would make one for me.”
Those big blues transform from basic request to puppy-dog in an instant. He is a pro at remembering exactly what I said in moments of weakness. And making me stick to my words with those gorgeous blues.
“Not tonight honey. It’s just too late. We can read tonight, though. Would you like to read?”
The look on his face says it all. He skulks upstairs. Defeated. Betrayed.
I follow him after a couple of minutes, only to find him completely wrapped up in his comforter on his bed. Blonde hair poking out the top. I pull out his New Testament for kids. It’s a great translation. We’re in Matthew. I crawl into bed with him and begin.
“Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”
“Son, this is Jesus talking. He’s not saying to never use your brain to make a decision or a judgment. He IS saying that we should all make right judgments. But in order to do that, we have to constantly live in repentance so we CAN make those righteous judgments. Take the plank out of your own eye first. Then, you’ll actually be able to see in order to help somebody else.”
He pops his head up out from underneath the comforter.
“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.”
“Son, when you work with Jesus to remove that plank, He turns your experience with Him to wisdom. Pearls. And sometimes, there will be people in your life who do have a speck in their eye, and want to keep it there. Jesus is saying to NOT share your wisdom with them. They won’t understand, and will abuse you for it. He will show you who is ready to receive righteous judgments and wisdom, and who is not. He will never lead you in the wrong direction. It might be the hard direction, but it will never be wrong.”
And then I began to feel like I was being set up.
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened. Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.”
Those deep blue eyes were on fire. New life suddenly burst forth.
“Can I have a shake?”
“Can I have a shake?”
Ah. Sneaky Jehovah. Sneaky Jehovah. I have to get him a shake, now. AND, I have to remove the plank from my eye.
“Can I have a shake, Mom?”
I’ve been HAD! By The Word of God and my son! I’ve been HAD!!
Gleefully, I repeat. “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”
I jump out of his bed and skid down the stairs. That was the fastest shake I think I’ve ever made. Holding it high, I fly back upstairs and deliver the good gift to my tenacious, determined, persistent son. He had just been given permission by The Creator of The Universe to ask and ask again. How can I refuse?
This actually happened a few nights ago. But here’s how I know this truth has lodged itself deep within him. Tonight, he has a friend over to spend the night. Our daughter made cookies AND brownies earlier today. Our son’s friend saw the sweets and knew he needed to ask her before he ate. Mid-request, our son ran over to his friend:
“There’s this Bible verse! Keep asking!! Just keep asking!!”
Deep, deep smile. I think that in his ten-year-old way, he just might be doing the Truth. I know the planks are being removed. For both of us. Peace.
John 3:21 But he who does The Truth comes to The Light…