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Date: July 14, 2014 02:10PM
Young Ziller woke up early as usual, but this particular morning it took him a few moments to realize where he was.
The smell of potpourri, the steady tick-tock of the ancient clock on the wall, the antique dresser in the corner all quickly reminded him.
Grandmother’s house.
Ziller made his way up the darkened hallway. It sounded like a medium-sized dragon with metal lungs was huffing and puffing in the kitchen, but it was only the old percolator style coffee pot performing its magic.
“Good morning, Ziller.”
“Good morning, Grandmother.”
Grandmother was seated in her usual spot. Her cup of coffee and open Bible were set on the white tablecloth in front of her.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Really good, Grandmother. Thank you.”
Grandmother turned again to her Bible. Ziller poured himself a glass of milk and selected a piece of toast and several strips of bacon.
The streetlamp outside was taking its last peek through the window blinds before the sun came up. Ziller studied his toast and organized its crumbs on the little china plate with his finger. Every now and then he would stop to listen to the sound of a car driving past the house carrying people somewhere they needed to go.
“Grandmother, do you think Jesus was real? Did he really exist?”
“Well of course he did, baby,” she said looking up. “He is real. He lived. He died for us and he rose from the dead and he lives today.”
“Yeah. But how do you know that?”
Grandmother closed her Bible, took Ziller’s hand and sighed deeply while Ziller prepared himself for a loving lecture or gentle scolding for asking such a question.
She opened her mouth and, instead of scolding, she began to softly sing a song that Ziller had heard many times at her old Southern Baptist church:
“I serve a risen Savior
He’s in the world today.
I know that He is living,
Whatever men may say.
I see His hand of mercy;
I hear His voice of cheer;
And just the time I need Him
He’s always near.”
“He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives today!
He walks with me and talks with me along life’s narrow way.
He lives, He lives, salvation to impart!
You ask me how I know He lives?
He lives within my heart.”
And that made more sense than anything Ziller has ever read in a book.
ziller