I had taken my granddaughter to her dance class as both mom and dad had meetings or appointments.
I had a wonderful time watching her practice with all of her classmates. For our treat we stopped by the snack bar to buy some dinner.
On our way home, about a 15-minute drive, she started singing a song my husband taught her on a hunting trip, What do you do with a drunken sailor, great right, just the song any parent would want their child to know. So, in my infinite wisdom, I thought what a great time to teach her Jesus Loves Me. So, we were singing along and out of the blue, as is always the case with four year old's, she brought up church and communion.
“Remember when we ate Jesus’ body? Why would we eat Jesus’ body?”
My response was, “well actually we ate bread and juice to remember what Jesus did on the cross.”
(bad to worse here)
“What did he do on the cross?”
“Jesus died on the cross so we could live.”
In a terrified voice, “I don’t want to die – that’s scary.”
“You’re not going to die for a long time – not until you’re old and gray.”
“Really?”
“Yes, don’t be scared, everything is fine.”
“Jesus died that we might live.”
“So, I’m not going to die, ever?”
At this point I was ready to sing the second verse of What do you do with a drunken sailor …
“What did he do on the cross?”
“Jesus died on the cross so we could live.”
In a terrified voice, “I don’t want to die – that’s scary.”
“You’re not going to die for a long time – not until you’re old and gray.”
“Really?”
“Yes, don’t be scared, everything is fine.”
“Jesus died that we might live.”
“So, I’m not going to die, ever?”
At this point I was ready to sing the second verse of What do you do with a drunken sailor …
I think I need to buy this book.
Robin from the Roost
LOL! I wouldn't have wanted to be on your place for anything.
ReplyDelete