My daughter has a little Bible that she loves to “read.” It is a little copy of New Testament and Psalms that is about four inches long. She was sitting on my wifes lap the other day “reading” from her Bible, and said this:
“On the way to the cross, Jesus saw his disciples and said come with me to die and have peace.”
I thought that was pretty good. Actually, I was pretty much blown away by what she said, but then she read from another passage. I wrote it down as she was speaking, so this is what she said, word for word:
“Jesus went to the cross and died. But he came back, and he was happy. And they were all happy. And the nails were gone and his tummy was fine. And his body was awesome. And he didn’t whine. He was happy.”
This is where I am tempted to add my reflection, but I have a feeling that I couldn’t possibly be as poignant as her.