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theology of a two year old
There is something so refreshingly delightful about the faith of a child. When kids combine their unbounded imagination, unvarnished world view, and simple reasoning to matters such as God, heaven, and creation; the result is a theology that is playfully brilliant and pure. Noah in days gone by has thrilled my heart with some of his questions and ideas pertaining to God. So I am compelled to share these, for no other reason than to have them in writing. These nuggets of wisdom I don't want to forget.
Jesus over to play.
Last summer, Noah was two and he understood, probably from listening to Stacy and I pray, that we were always inviting Jesus to come and be with us - asking for more of God's presence. Well he was all over that. When we would eat Noah would ask if Jesus could come eat at our house. Noah would even pick out where he would sit. We would be outside playing and Noah would ask me if Jesus could come over and play with him. Noah had plans on showing him his toy room and having all sorts of fun. I told him how awesome that would be, and how Jesus would really enjoy that.
One ticket to Heaven please.
Like any two year old, Noah was full of questions. One day Noah asked me, "where does God live?" Like any good student of theology I began to explain to him the omnipresence of God, how God is too big to be in just one spot, that he is everywhere, and yet through the Holy Spirit that indwells those who believe in him, that God can actually live inside of us. Well for some reason he just looked at me with this confused, glossed over look. So, I took another approach and simply said, "Heaven." Then I could tell that Noah was trying to wrap his mind around what Heaven was like. I shared with him my thoughts, but he concluded that Heaven probably had lots of toys. That God probably had lots of cool toys and that Jesus had an airplane to take us there. After he reached these conclusions Noah would occasionally tell us that he wanted to go to Heaven and ride in Jesus' airplane.
"Good Job God!"
One fall afternoon, Noah and I were driving out into the country and we got into a conversation about trees, birds, and how God made them all and the special things they do. I then began to explain to him how God made mommy, daddy, baby Chaya, and him too--that God makes everyone different and special. From the back seat I then hear Noah shout, as if to ensure that God heard, "Good job God!"
Jesus over to play.
Last summer, Noah was two and he understood, probably from listening to Stacy and I pray, that we were always inviting Jesus to come and be with us - asking for more of God's presence. Well he was all over that. When we would eat Noah would ask if Jesus could come eat at our house. Noah would even pick out where he would sit. We would be outside playing and Noah would ask me if Jesus could come over and play with him. Noah had plans on showing him his toy room and having all sorts of fun. I told him how awesome that would be, and how Jesus would really enjoy that.
One ticket to Heaven please.
Like any two year old, Noah was full of questions. One day Noah asked me, "where does God live?" Like any good student of theology I began to explain to him the omnipresence of God, how God is too big to be in just one spot, that he is everywhere, and yet through the Holy Spirit that indwells those who believe in him, that God can actually live inside of us. Well for some reason he just looked at me with this confused, glossed over look. So, I took another approach and simply said, "Heaven." Then I could tell that Noah was trying to wrap his mind around what Heaven was like. I shared with him my thoughts, but he concluded that Heaven probably had lots of toys. That God probably had lots of cool toys and that Jesus had an airplane to take us there. After he reached these conclusions Noah would occasionally tell us that he wanted to go to Heaven and ride in Jesus' airplane.
"Good Job God!"
One fall afternoon, Noah and I were driving out into the country and we got into a conversation about trees, birds, and how God made them all and the special things they do. I then began to explain to him how God made mommy, daddy, baby Chaya, and him too--that God makes everyone different and special. From the back seat I then hear Noah shout, as if to ensure that God heard, "Good job God!"
- Mark 10:15
"Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it."
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