This morning was one of those warm, rainy summer mornings that have become such a rarity lately. Kiddo and I had gotten up at about 6:45--Sweetie was still in bed. We were sitting on the front porch, watching the steady rain fall from the steel grey sky. I had opened up the newspaper, reading it on the step, and Kiddo was alternately taking a few steps into the rain, then coming back up the steps and making wet footprints on the porch.
After a few minutes of this, he sat down beside me, sighed, and asked, "Daddy, where's God?"
I answered him, "God is in heaven."
He looked at me. "Where's heaven? In the sky?"
(Oh boy.) "Um, well, heaven is a place we can't really see or point to. But we know it's there."
He seemed satisfied with that. Then I saw another question in his face. "Where's Jesus?"
"Uh, Jesus is in heaven too. But you know what? When we talk to Jesus, he's right there with us. We may not be able to see him, but he's promised to be there. Isn't that cool?"
Kiddo thought it over for a couple of seconds. Then he stood up, looked straight in front of him, smiled, and waved. "Hi, Jesus!" he said.
LH
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Matthew 18
The Greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven
1At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?"
2He called a little child and had him stand among them. 3And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
What a great moment of faith and understanding. Treasure that moment forever.
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