Easter's coming up and Eydie has somehow gotten it in her little mind that Jesus is coming back to her school to take her away to heaven. Friday morning after she woke up she came and got in bed with me. Brandon had just left for work and I was still waking up when she started in.
When Jesus comes to my school, will he be in costume?
I don't want to go to heaven. I want to stay with you and daddy.
Do I have to go?
Are you going to come with me to school?
Can I stay home?
I'm scared of Jesus and heaven.
Will you save me from Jesus?
These are difficult questions to answer before a cup of coffee. Apparently, telling her Jesus isn't actually a costume but a real person and that he probably won't come back until after we're dead didn't seem to help. So I finally just told her she could stay home (since it wasn't a school day anyway) and hoped that by next Tuesday she will have forgotten her fear of Jesus.
This morning I thought I'd bring it up in a non-threatening way over breakfast. So, while we sat at the table eating pancakes I started telling her a story about Jesus and about how much he loves us. As I was feeling like maybe this was helping, she got up quietly from the table and left the room. When she came back she said she didn't want to talk about Jesus anymore.
So, we've got some theology work to do.
