Conversations

It’s no secret that we’re a Christian family. So – discussions about God come up on a regular basis.

This stemmed from a conversation in which Joseph wanted to know how many times he’d been in the hospital, in the car, on the way to school, with one small measly cup of coffee in me.

Joseph: So – everyone’s been in the hospital at least once right? When they were born!

Me: Well, no. Some people are born at home.

Joseph: So – they might have NEVER been in the hospital.

Me: Right.

Logan: Well – God was in the hospital when he was a kid.

Me: No, ’cause God was never a kid. He has always been the way He is. Now, Jesus, His Son was a kid once.

Logan: So he was in the hospital?

Me: Well, no, they didn’t have hospitals back then.

Joseph: Well, I guess he’s REALLY REALLY old now.

Me: Well, no. The way it works is, He died for our sins when he was about my age. He died, resurrected, and now lives at the right hand of His father, God.

Joseph: Well, then whoever’s on His left hand is a bad guy, right?

Me: Um. No. I don’t think it works that way.

Logan: Oh look! Something shiny.

Why can’t they have questions when I have the brain capacity to give thoughtful answers? Dude. I’m so not cut out to teach them theology.