as alien to him as it was to the people Jesus shared it with first. We talked through it several times, walked back through the scenarios and reviewed how Jesus asked us to respond. My six year old looked awfully disappointed. He stared, he squirmed, he sighed and finally, he spoke.....very seriously as though his next snack depended on it,
“Is this my fake life or my real life?”
Now it was my turn to stare and squirm. “What?? What do you mean ‘fake’?”
“You know, like PRACTICE. You go back to heaven and come back as a baby and get to do it again?”
My answer gave him no comfort of trying to get this strange act of “being kind to those who hurt you” right........... now. Not later, not tomorrow, not in his “do-over” life, but now.
Dreaming of a "do-over" in my childhood bed in Soperton........