My son is four years, one month, and 20 days old. And he is starting to ask questions about Jesus.
As a Christian mom, I have been waiting with excitement and fear for this moment. Because, you know, there is now another human who will keep me accountable.
But I couldn’t escape my son’s curiosity on the way home from preschool today:
“Why did Jesus have to die?”
I think those of us who grew up in church like to believe we’ll always have the right words at the right time. But I was still in shock. And his little voice was persistent.
“Why did he close the doors to the ark and flood the Earth, Momma?”
In that moment, I considered all of the terrible things we have experienced recently in our country.
Protests in St. Louis.
Wildfires in the Pacific Northwest.
Hurricanes Harvey and Irma.
Somehow I found the peace to offer a response.
“Honey, God sometimes allows bad things to happen so that greater things can come.”
As we pulled into the driveway, he grew quiet, as if to digest my answer.
And I found myself overcome by a smile. I think God knew I needed the reminder…and the practice for countless questions ahead.
One Year Ago: In Sickness