This year we've somehow ended up tackling the reason behind Easter. In the past, we've stuck to the Easter Bunny and God's love, but this year Jake has been interested in more information.
So earlier this week, I read the account of Jesus's death and resurrection to Jake from his children's Bible. When we got to the part about nailing him to the cross (pretty heavy stuff for a kid), he said, "Did they use real nails?" I explained that yes, they did. He then asked (as a child who knows safety when it comes to tools), "Did they use the flat end or the sharp end?" I told him they used the sharp end and his eyes got big. "WHOA."
Yesterday my dad came over to visit with Jake for awhile. He brought a couple of different versions of the Easter story to read. Jake listened carefully.
Last night he asked me, "So, was Jesus the son of God?" I said yes, and he whispered, "But I thought Christ was the son of God." I told him Jesus and Christ were the same guy, and he whispered again, "But I thought Christ was a bad word."
Oops. Well, how do you explain that? Yes, sometimes it is a bad word, honey, like when you say it in anger. But no, that doesn't mean Jake is a bad word when I say your name in anger.
It's all very confusing.
So earlier this week, I read the account of Jesus's death and resurrection to Jake from his children's Bible. When we got to the part about nailing him to the cross (pretty heavy stuff for a kid), he said, "Did they use real nails?" I explained that yes, they did. He then asked (as a child who knows safety when it comes to tools), "Did they use the flat end or the sharp end?" I told him they used the sharp end and his eyes got big. "WHOA."
Yesterday my dad came over to visit with Jake for awhile. He brought a couple of different versions of the Easter story to read. Jake listened carefully.
Last night he asked me, "So, was Jesus the son of God?" I said yes, and he whispered, "But I thought Christ was the son of God." I told him Jesus and Christ were the same guy, and he whispered again, "But I thought Christ was a bad word."
Oops. Well, how do you explain that? Yes, sometimes it is a bad word, honey, like when you say it in anger. But no, that doesn't mean Jake is a bad word when I say your name in anger.
It's all very confusing.
2 Comments:
Oh, I LOVE this post. You do such a great job of retelling Jake stories.
I will call you soon, I promise! No, really, I'm not avoiding you since now we have our wedding video. ;) (The semester is almost over, YAY!!!!)
Happy Hippity Hoppity Easter!
That is just too cute! So far Griffin understands that Jesus died on the cross and on Easter day he came back to life. I think we will keep it simple for a while! That is too funny about Christ being a bad word! LOL! Griffin freaks out if anyone says OMG!
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