"My Story" Tuesday - Ross McMorris's story

A few weeks ago, I posted my son Brett McMorris's story about when he invited Jesus into his heart when he was not quite three years old. You might think that's a little too early to really know what he was doing, but it "took." Brett is now a youth pastor at a church in Northern California.

Ross's invitation to Jesus was nearly as unorthodox. Fast forward a few years to Ashton, Idaho, about four o'clock one cool afternoon. (I don't remember the exact day. I could pinpoint Brett's story to a January evening, but I don't remember the month for Ross.)

There hadn't been anything otherwise spectacular about that day. Brett had gone to school (kindergarten) and returned. Ross, at three years of age, hadn't started yet.

I started supper, knowing that their dad would soon be home to eat. The boys were carrying on a conversation and probably getting ready to play with their GI Joe or Star Wars figurines. How the conversation reached the point it did, I don't remember.

Brett piped up with, "Ross, have you asked Jesus into your heart yet?"

Ross: "No."

Brett: "Well, tonight it's your turn to pray at supper, so do it then."

Yes, Brett really did order Ross around a lot. Might have had something to do with the Big Brother Syndrome.

Ross: "Okay."

And he did. "Bless the food, and come into my heart please, in Jesus Name, Amen."

Again, it "took." Ross is still playing a guitar, but now he uses a real one on the worship team at his church in Cleburne, Texas.

It's not too early at so young an age to accept that they really meant it and Jesus really did enter their lives. So go ahead, Moms and Dads, Grandmas and Grandpas, tell your little ones about Jesus. And then keep them in church and let them see Jesus "took" in your own life.