lunchtime today was one of those fun meals…just me and The Boy, eating leftover tacos, and discussing Passover. What do you mean, most 6 year olds don’t want to discuss that?!
Here’s how the conversation went:
Mom, I’m really glad you and Dad don’t spank me. I will never, ever spank my children. I don’t think it’s very nice to hit someone else, do you?
No, it isn’t very nice, that’s why Dad and I have chosen not to. You deserve better than that – every person does.
You know what, Mom? I bet people that hit kids are listening to Lucifer. That guy is pretty tricky and he likes to fool people into doing stuff they shouldn’t. And Jesus doesn’t want kids being hit, so it has to be Lucifer.
That’s right, honey – people want to do the right thing for their kids, but they just don’t know better and they listen to people that tell them Jesus wants them to be mean.
Well, I think that’s really sad. I wish I could tell everybody to be nice to kids. Does Jesus know everything?
Yes, He knows everything. He knows how many hairs are on your head, even!
Does He know all the ancient Roman history I like to study?
Yes, He even knows where all the ancient Romans are buried. The Bible says He knows everything, even what’s inside our hearts.
Does that mean He knows when Lucifer tricks me and I do something I shouldn’t? Does He hear me when I say sorry?
Jesus knows when you do wrong, but the Bible says His blood has covered the things you do that are wrong – so God doesn’t keep score, sweetheart.
Why does it talk about blood?
Do you remember the story of Passover? How God told them to put lamb’s blood on their doorpost so the Angel of Death would pass over?
Yeah, is that the one where kids died?
Yes, where God told them if they didn’t obey what He said and stay indoors, the firstborn would die.
Did He let the second kids live?
Yes, He did.
Well, that was sure nice of Him. I bet it was kind of like how you and Dad have rules and I don’t always understand them but if I don’t obey them there is a consequence to help me learn how to do better. I think God was like that and gave everyone a chance and if they didn’t listen there was a consequence, but He let them keep their other kids so they would still have somebody to love.
Um, yeah. Pretty much like that, kiddo!
You know what? God is pretty awesome, Mom. My favorite part is how when I say sorry for doing something He forgets it, and when I say sorry again He says “What are you talking about? I don’t have a clue!”
Mine too, dear son….mine too.