My 3-year-old was talking about his heart the other day and said, “That’s what I feel in my heart.”
And he said it several times. Since I was on bath duty that night, I decided to explore what he meant a little further and asked him if Jesus was in his heart.
The response would have set any theologian into hysterics! I will try to remember and record the interaction here the best I can.
JD: “Yeah…he is. I sometimes hear him in my heart. He speaks to me. He tells me to play nicely with Allie and Andrew. But sometimes He is too far away because He is in Indianapolis.”
Me: “I see. So you hear God speaking to you? In your heart?
JD: “Yes. Sometimes I only hear his voice because he is away…He is Indianapolis.”
Befuddled, I rationalized that since the family took me to the airport and then picked up there a month ago maybe he thought the city and its greatness reminded Him of a place where a big God would have to live. So I probed a bit more…
Me: “So God is in Indianapolis. What is he doing there?”
Without a 2nd thought …
JD: “He is there taking care of his kids…his babies.”
Me: “Huh? What do you mean?”
JD: “He is taking care of baby Jesus there.”
I wonder if the mayor knows? LOL.
Aren’t kids great! 🙂