Monday, May 16, 2011

Did Jesus do it?

What a joy to listen to the questions of a 5 year old! Well, maybe not so much if it is the 100th time he's asked how fast a semi can go, but most of the time the questions are an amazing insight into what goes on in a kid's brain. The family was watching Extreme Makeover Home Edition last night and the little boy on there had brittle bone disease. After explaining to Isaac what it meant to have brittle bones he asked why Jesus made the little boy like that. Come up with an answer to that one will ya!

Maybe a little background will help...Isaac has asked a lot about where God and Jesus live, and we've done our best to explain they are everywhere; including inside us. Well, a 5 year old takes the "inside" you part literally so we get questions like: Why did Jesus make me burp? Did Jesus push a button and make my tummy growl? Why doesn't Jesus stop me from being bad? See literally. Although the fact that he simply accepts the idea that Jesus is inside of him is pretty cool. Maybe there is something to that child like faith once talked about.

So back to his latest question, which is a darn good one if you ask me! Tracy and I simply said we don't know why Jesus made that little boy with bones that break so easily. And that's the truth. Could you explain why some people are born with handicaps and some are born without? We then explained that's why we are so thankful that Jesus has blessed us with health and everything we could possibly want. And we tried to explain a little that seeing people who aren't so lucky should make us thankful and push us to try and help those who aren't so lucky. He simply stared in wonder at the little boy and accepted the answers. Not sure what sunk in, but he was happy.

I'll tell you one thing though...it sure made me glad for all the blessings I have. I had just spoken Sunday morning about being in awe of God, and I was certainly awed at that time because I have so much! Let us all thank God for what we have and remember those who aren't as blessed.

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