When Grant and Luke were around eight and six years old, they had a conversation that went something like this.
Grant: When I grow up I’m going to have a really cool car, like a Corvette or a Lamborghini.
Luke: When I grow up I’m going to have a regular car that doesn’t cost very much, because cars don’t make you cool. God makes you cool.
Fast forward a dozen or so years. Grant is nearly grown up, and the car he drives is far from cool. It might actually be the most ordinary car on the road. The boys recently did some internet research to find out. I think his particular model turned out to be the third most common. Grant’s car does have one distinguishing feature. The front end is wrapped in layers of duct tape, making it easier to pick out in a parking lot.
Luke drives a 1985 SAAB, a gift from his grandpa. His car does have a certain coolness factor, but it certainly didn’t cost him very much. Luke calls his car Signilda, and she guarantees he’ll never go very far or very fast. We like her for that.
There’s something I need to say about my boys, and I say it humbly. Gratefully. These boys are cool. All three of them. Incredibly cool. And this I can say with certainty – it is God who makes them cool.
My boys love Jesus a lot. It’s amazing how much they love him. It’s amazing how hard they pursue him. These guys who are athletes and musicians and students, with many gifts, it’s true. But I watch them and I see the gift they go after hardest is God.
We have a nephew who will be a senior in high school. He’s a successful athlete, a quarterback. Big universities have been watching him. His potential is exciting. Earlier this week in a preseason practice our nephew blew out his ACL. One practice, and everything changes.
The thing is, Trey is cool, too. The God kind of cool. Trey has his identity wrapped up in Jesus, and everyone knows. Not that it’s easy. The injury stinks. It hurts. It’s not what he would have chosen. But Trey will be okay. Because he’s cool.