We had an interesting discussion at breakfast with Noa. It started when she asked to be excused from the table. Chris, of course, said yes. Ever the devil’s advocate, however, I rather loudly proclaimed, “No”! But she paid me no mind whatever. I couldn’t understand it.
Noa, without breaking stride, had an immediate answer. “Nana said yes.”
But why should she have absolute power in such realms? “Because she made the meal. And … she made my Dad.”
“Wait,” I replied. “Didn’t I have a part to play in that?”
And her answer, “Well, maybe a little tiny part.”
Rather tenuously, I asked the question burning on everyone’s mind …
“And what part did I play?”
Again, without a second’s hesitation, “You kissed her and it caused a chemical reaction and then God spawnded my Dad into her stomach.”
Ah. I am duly educated.
Matthew 11:28-29 says, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”
Father, thanks for the perspective of little children. It is so refreshing. Amen.
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