Although our son barely spoke, one thing he was good at was finding his bottle in his crib. No matter where it was, once asked for it, he’d swipe down and yank it out from the sides of the mattress, regardless of where it was. At least he was a good listener.
He was also good at ‘preaching’ the word. Imagine our surprise and delight when he didn’t talk, but he’d use my small recording microphone and he’d wave his hand as he mumbled at his audience-the fish in our fish tank! He’d wave his hand like he was really admonishing/encouraging people. He’d pace back and forth like he was on a stage and he was trying to get his points across. He was very good at it in spite of being three years old. Somehow he knew when it was Sunday night and he wouldn’t go to bed without first insisting we’d turn on the TV so he could watch Jimmy Swaggart. He’d imitate him and somehow knew what was being preached. During the week, he’d practice on the fish. I guess he was seriously considering the apostle Paul when said, ‘Preach the Word, be urgent in season; out of season’ (2nd Timothy 4:2a)