Do you know if “napping” is an actual spiritual gift? If it is, it would make sense. I mean…I am really good at it. And one’s passions and gifts are often aligned. You just try asking me about naps. My face will light up with joy as the discussion of one of life’s legitimate pleasures commences!
I plan on doing some research on it, starting by reading through the New Testament and writing down all of the passages where naps are mentioned. Then I’ll grab the concordance and do a word study, going through every instance the word “pancake” is used. Based on my experience today, if that food is consumed, then “nap”, “napping”, “will soon nap”, “hath nappeth”, or some other conjugation of the Greek verb “nappos” will be right around the corner.
This afternoon at 3:30, Thatcher and I had just gotten up from our very pleasant Sunday afternoon nap. Nicole was out grocery shopping and we were relaxing and gradually waking up on the couch, he with his Ipad, and me with my Kindle. My brother, Allen, had just sent me a link to an individual’s web site and recommended I check it out. I was reading an article he had written about his own conversion when this conversation between Thatcher and me took place.
Warning: The text of this conversation has not been altered in any way to protect the ignorant (me) or the innocent (Thatcher). This is exactly as it took place.
“Daddy, do you want to play one of these games?” Thatcher said as he looked up from his Ipad.
“Not right now, tiger. I’m reading an article in a magazine (on my kindle).”
Thatcher: “What’s an article?”
Me: “It’s like a story in a magazine.”
Thatcher: “I don’t like magazines, do I?”
Me: “Well, this is a story for adults. It’s about how a man became a Christian.”
Thatcher: “What’s a Christian?”
Me: “It’s a person who has dedicated their lives to Jesus.”
Thatcher: “Do I have it?”
Me: “Do you love Jesus?”
Thatcher: “I do.”
Me: “He loves you too.”
Thatcher: “But I don’t want to go to heaven. Do you Daddy?”
Me: “Yes, but not now. Right now, I’m here with you guys.” Daddy and Thatcher fist-bump.
Thatcher: “When, Daddy.”
Me: “That’s not for me to decide.”
Thatcher: “Who does then?”
Thatcher got pensive as he processed and then goes back to playing his Frisbee game on his Ipad.
It’s fun having a 4-year old who is inquisitive. Oh wait…every 4-year old is inquisitive. Oh well.
I do love my Thatcher.
The article I was reading was “The Golden Fish: How God Woke Me Up in a Dream” by Eric Metaxes