my son and i have been doing alot of talking about Jesus lately as we move closer and closer to celebrating the day of His birth. being four, my son is so excited for Saturday, though truth be told, i suspect that has more to do with Santa than with Jesus. in due time… in due time. but tonight, he gingerly fingered a small wooden cross at bedtime and we talked about Jesus, and I explained why the cross is seen as a representation of Jesus, because Jesus died on the cross.
and with great sadness and shock and honest to goodness tears, he said, “Jesus died?”
and he cried.
Flight delays. Lost bags. Arrived in completely different airport than scheduled for. But… had a great seatmate for second flight; it’s downright balmy here at midnight in Florida; and I’m about to see Becca in 10 minutes. Life is good.
travel all across this land
me and you…” —