«JJesus is my star. » That’s the title of a poem my kids co-wrote in Sunday school, set to music, and “slammed” at a recent worship service. I was so proud that I posted it on their bedroom doors. Then the cousins visited us. Before going to play in his room with them, one of my sons turns over the poster of the poem, so that we cannot read it. I’m sad. Is my son ashamed of his faith in front of his cousins? In the evening, I talk to him about it. He explains to me that he did not feel comfortable displaying himself like that. “I don’t know if the cousins believe it. I don’t want to impose on them. » I argue. “Your cousin asked for baptism herself at the age of nine! She believes it! She might have been happy to talk about it with someone… Of course, at school, you are not allowed to talk about your religion to force others to believe it. But we always have the right to present our convictions without imposing them. And then in your own house, all the same, you have the right to talk about it! » At the same time, I don’t want to stress too much. The day before, I went to the skatepark with his brother, and I read the Bible to wait. When I put the Book on the table, I turned it over, so that we couldn’t see that it was a Bible. Me too, I was ashamed, I didn’t want to show myself. The straw and the beam. If this chronicle ended there, it would be sad. But there you go… Recently, my kids had a sleepover at home with some school friends. They both left their poem about Jesus visible on their bedroom doors. And they even sang at breakfast, spontaneously, a hymn for children. “The sage on the Rock has built his house…” Nothing is lost. They are probably wiser than I think.
