They say to avoid talking about religion, sex or politics. I intend to talk about all three. But not yet, not quite. I’ll just talk about God from the point of view of my four year old.
The other day a nun crossed the road in front of our car.
“Who’s that lady?” Bodhi asked.
“She’s a nun. She’s someone who has dedicated her life to God.”
“Oh.” He said, sounding thoughtful. “Mum, is God real?”
When he asks if things are real I generally turn it back on him. I enjoy listening to him hypothesize the existence of mythical creatures or lecture me on his flights of fancy. But this time I didn’t.
“People believe different things about God.” I said. “Some people believe that God is a man sitting in Heaven and other people believe there’s no God at all. You can decide what you believe as you learn and grow, but I believe that God is real. I believe that God is a word some people use to describe that big kind of love you feel inside you, or that feeling of being protected and safe, and looking around and seeing how everything is connected.”
There was a long pause. “So, God’s inside me?”
“Yes bub, God’s the love in your heart.”
Another pause, then a very loud shout “GET OUT OF ME GOD!! HOW DID YOU GET IN THERE?? THAT’S DISGUSTING!!!!!” *random beating of chest was heard from the back of the car*
In the end he decided God could stay there after all. And that he’d quite like to pray… for the world’s most enormous banana.
I think it’s safe to say that the point was nicely missed!