So, today featured my children in capes a la Abe and the sorts of questions posed by Will. Our lunch conversation went a little like this:
"I think I'd like to go to church because, you know, I believe in God."
"You do? Well, tell me about this."
"I don't know. Can you tell me about God?"
"What would you like to know?"
"Is he up in the air or a little down lower?"
"It depends on who you ask." (Brief explanation of several theories of God's location)
"Well, what does he do?"
"Some people think he created the universe and now he just keeps an eye on things. Some people think that he is up in heaven listening for people's prayers to help them out. Like, if you prayed, 'Please, God, help my poor, sick mother feel better.' "
"Or if you said, 'God, please look at my big fire and call the fire department.' "
"Yes, you could pray that."
"What else could God do?"
"Well, some people think that if you are too naughty and make God angry, he will send you to a place called 'hell' to live with the devil."
"What's hell?"
"Some people think it is very hot there with lots of fires."
"Oh! I would not want to live somewhere all fired! Why does the steeple not have a hole in it? How does God get in there?"
At this point, I had to explain that God does not need to pop down the chimney like Santa to every church service. These conversations are nothing if not thought-provoking.
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