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Sean laughed to himself at her enthusiasm. She had never been easily offended by unpleasant odors before, and he wondered at her nearly frantic state. She grew very quiet on the walk to Sadies, and Sean told himself he was going to hurry so they could get back home and talk.
Charlie, still agitated, was trying to scrub the skin off Seans back when she broke her silence.
I wanted to wait until we were back home, Sean, but Ive got to talk to you.
All right, he agreed with some relief.
Scooting around the side of the tub, Charlie stayed on her knees and leaned so close to Sean that she soaked the front of her dress. He watched in confusion as fresh tears puddled in her eyes and she began.
They killed him, Seanthey killed Jesus Christ. He had healed them and fed them and proven to them over and over that He was the Son of God, and they still crucified Him. Why, Sean? If Hes really Gods Son, He could have saved Himself. Why didnt He?
Seans wet hands came up and tenderly cradled her face. His heart was beating so fast he was breathless.
Because we needed a Savior. Our sin debt to God had to be paid. He loved us enough to be that Savior. Mans sin placed a ravine between God and man, but God in His infinite love bridged that ravine with His own dear Son.
Oh, Sean. Charlies tears began in earnest.
Seans water was quite cold by the time Charlie was done crying and talking about all she had read. She apologized to him several times, but the night was hot and he only smiled. Did she really think a little cold water was important in light of her meeting Jesus Christ? But that wasnt the only question on Seans mind, and he waited only until they were home in bed before he broached it.
Charlie, in all your reading, did you understand that you, Charlotte Donovan, must make a decision?
You mean the faith and believing you were talking about before?
Yes. I dont want to push you; I just want to make sure you understand.
I do understand, Sean, but I dont think you do. I havent been a good person and Jesus, well, Hes Gods Son. I dont think He really wanted me
Charlie, Sean called her name softly. I want you to listen to John 3:16 and 17 again.
Ive read those verses through several times.
Im sure you have, but I want you to hear them one more time: For God so loved Charlie, that he gave his only begotten Son and if Charlie believes in him, Charlie will not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son to condemn Charlie, but that through him, Charlie might be saved.
Sean watched her face closely. He saw her struggle, her desire to be loved and accepted, but he stayed quiet and prayed.