Let me share with you what I shared with my family this past Easter. We had three of our children and their families over to celebrate Easter on the Saturday before. All ten grandchildren were there at one time. This makes for a party, regardless of why we are meeting! As I was thinking about the significance of the resurrection of Christ and what it meant to me, I thought about my own testimony I have shared it thousands of times over the past 40 years, but I could not recall a time that I had shared it with our grandchildren. I quickly put together some pictures I knew would hold their attention. Then I presented my Easter story. I told them. “At the age of six, I broke off a number of flowers at our window box. As I finished up the fun job, I admired my work. My mother came around the corner. Her facial expression told me that there was going to be a spanking. Then she asked if I had broken off “her” beautiful flowers? I looked at her with an angel’s face, and said, “No.” I realized for the first time in my life that I was a liar. Later that summer (I was six-years-old), I heard the precious story of Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection again. This time, it was not a story for others. I saw Jesus’ death, burial, and resurrection as payment for my personal sin of lying. That day, I knelt beside my parent’s bed with my mother at my side, and I asked Jesus to become my Savior. From that day until today, I have never doubted the seriousness of my decision. I believe that as a six-year-old boy, I became a child of God, and I will be in Heaven when I die! Our grandchildren listened to my whole story. When I finished, one of our grandsons, who is six years old, told me that he had asked Jesus to become his Savior earlier that week! What a thrill to see the power of Jesus’ payment for both our sins at the age of six.” Let the redeemed of the Lord say so!