Fly Up, Up, Up
Last night, as I was putting the girls in bed, Corrine started asking questions about Jesus. Why did He have to die? Why did He have to die only once? Why was He a baby like us? Is He going to come back to Earth? Why did He go to heaven? When is He coming back?
So, we talked. And talked. And talked some more.
How do you explain the rapture of the Church and Christ's second coming to a 4-year-old? I tried.
When I paused to let it all sink in, Claire--who was listening intently from the side of Corrine's bed--spoke up,
"When I die, I hold on to balloon and fly up, up, up to Jesus in the sky."
So, we talked. And talked. And talked some more.
How do you explain the rapture of the Church and Christ's second coming to a 4-year-old? I tried.
When I paused to let it all sink in, Claire--who was listening intently from the side of Corrine's bed--spoke up,
"When I die, I hold on to balloon and fly up, up, up to Jesus in the sky."
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