“Ugh, no. No?” Wow, my sweet child is throwing curve ball questions. The little girl in my heart is echoing him. How could God, the source of all love, send their Child to die? We are talking about the same God here, right? The one that feels like soaring at dusk on a swing, being wrapped in a hug on Grami’s lap, and Mom wiping tears away. That God? My mind and heart are spinning, breaking, pressing my own doubt behind my eyes threatening tears. Is this the moment his childlike faith shatters? I am all for navigating doubt and wilderness. I want my son to take those journeys. My holy doubt is where God finds me in wind through pine trees and river currents… but, is my son ready?
"Mom, Did God kill Jesus?"
"Mom, Did God kill Jesus?"
"Mom, Did God kill Jesus?"
“Ugh, no. No?” Wow, my sweet child is throwing curve ball questions. The little girl in my heart is echoing him. How could God, the source of all love, send their Child to die? We are talking about the same God here, right? The one that feels like soaring at dusk on a swing, being wrapped in a hug on Grami’s lap, and Mom wiping tears away. That God? My mind and heart are spinning, breaking, pressing my own doubt behind my eyes threatening tears. Is this the moment his childlike faith shatters? I am all for navigating doubt and wilderness. I want my son to take those journeys. My holy doubt is where God finds me in wind through pine trees and river currents… but, is my son ready?