Last night Wyatt called and he talked for quite a while. I can’t remember how we got on the subject but he is always saying that he isn’t a Christian. “Grandma, I’m not a Christian. I’m just like my dad!”
Well, last night I was able to find out what he was meaning. He thought it was a name. His brothers name is Christian.
I asked him if he loved Jesus. He said yes but that he sometimes forgot to pray to him before he went to sleep. J I assured him that it was ok but the fact that he loved Jesus meant that he was a Christian. J I feel so much better since we were able to talk it through.
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