“What’s a real Christian?” I was slightly stunned as the question from my five-year-old son Noah hung in the air. I thought to myself, “Now this isn’t one of those ‘How are babies made?’ questions that I can refer him to mom on. Being the ‘spiritual leader’ of my home, this was my turf and mine alone. You’d think a seasoned Pastor, such as it were, could easily answer the question. Well, it wasn’t the “question” that was the 300-pound gorilla in the cab of my F-150. It was simply this: My son was five. And this was a game-changer question. An eternal significance, life altering, Holy moment. This was going to take some real thought and some research- maybe at least an hour tour through my concordance and the gospels. This was not an off-the-cuff kinda’ answer. This was MY son. He knows me well. Then it happened. Another question. “Is a real Christian kinda’ like you and mom?” Ugh. What do you say to that? “Sure son. We are the epitome of Christlikeness.” “Wanna’ be like a real Christian? Be like us!” The bullets of sweat began to bead-up along the ridge of my long-gone hairline, and cascade down my face in rivulets of salty anxiety. Then I thought, “I need to give my son an honest, easily understood answer, not something that would rock his world and leave him breathless in the wake of his parent’s gargantuan spirituality. “Yes son,” I said. “We are real Christians. We make mistakes. We sin. We pray. We ask Jesus for forgiveness. We study His Word, The Bible. We worship Jesus. We love Him. He died for us so that we could have a relationship with Him. And when we die, we will be with Him in heaven forever, along with all the other Christians.” Those are things a real Christian does. That is what a real Christian looks like.” Immediately once the words left my tongue I wanted so badly to have said something more, something profound. Noah stared ahead through the windshield, pondering. “I want to look like that” he said. It was my pleasure and distinct honor to baptize my little boy just a few weeks later. That was twelve years ago. And he still “Looks like that.” A real Christian-with real issues-with a real Savior. The Gospel really is simple. And the real Christian life will not be lived by breathtaking mega-events. And isn’t described in a plethora of brilliant theological bloviating. “Rather it is an inner manifestation of love, and indwelling by which the Father and Son who enter into a loving relationship with the disciple who loves Jesus by living out His word in action.” (A sentence from James McPolin) Too bad we grow up and forget how simple.