Michael’s father, a police officer, had given our family free tickets to a large three-ring circus production the police department were sponsoring. Of course after a few hours, the flashing lights, loud music, breath-taking suspense, excitement and cotton candy overstimulated all six kids. Rather than playing like they usually did, everyone was hyperactive, yelling and becoming increasingly agitated.
It was obvious I needed to intervene and help them unwind. I don’t like sticking kids in front of the T.V. but this was an emergency. None of the kids could believe their good fortune and immediately fell silent as I tried to find a decent show. Soon, they were completely enthralled by a cartoon called “Ghost Busters”. At that point, even though I had never let them watch this particular show, I was just happy everyone was gradually unwinding.
Not Joseph though. He came barreling into the kitchen after ten minutes and yelled,
“Mum, mum, you’ve got to see this show. These guys have big guns and they just point them at a ghost and kaboom, the ghost disappears!”
I sighed and said,
“Joseph, guns don’t really work against ghosts.”
Immediately he wondered,
“Well, what does work?”
“You shouldn’t try to deal with ghosts, just send them to Jesus.
Joseph paused for a moment and asked,
“So, what does Jesus do with ghosts when He gets them?
I laughed so hard that I barely could answer,
“Honey, I really don’t have a clue.”
Joseph stopped again and then smiled. I quote my son’s exact words,
“I know what He does. He takes them into Himself and fills them with His love.”