When the HolyTrinity and Walt Disney Collide

(I promise, this post isn't as irreverent as the title may suggest)

Of all the chickadees that belong to The Calm One and I, Michael is our thinker. He is really quite thoughtful. You know, when he actually thinks before he speaks or acts. At any rate, he thinks about deep subjects and often asks probing questions that challenge us.

For your consideration, the following example from Michael when he was five years old:

"Mom. Jesus is God's Son, right?"

"Yep." So far so good . . .

"So, um, God is called God the Father?"

"Mmmm hmmmm. You got it." Easy peasy . . .

"If God is Jesus's Heavenly Father, he had to have a heavenly mom, right?"

"Well, no. He didn't actually. He had a mom here on Earth, you know, Mary. But there is no Heavenly Mother."

"Don't you have to have a mommy and a daddy to have a son?"

Whoa, this boy is good.

"Here on Earth, yes." Hoping to leave it at that and therefore dodge all kinds of bullets on this one

"Why does the Bible say Holy Ghost?"

"Not ghost like Halloween Ghost. Ghost like Spirit. Ya can't seem Him, but he's there."

"What about the Holy Spirit then?"

"What doya mean, 'What about the Holy Spirit?'" This right turn in the conversation threw me for a loop.

"He can't be the mommy. What does He do?"

Oh, OK. That's better. "Well he comforts. He guides us. He's kinda like our conscience. You know, let your conscience be your guide?" Time to pat Mommy on the back . . .

"You mean The Holy Spirit is Jiminy Cricket?!"


Um, oops. Better hold off on those pats on the back after all . . .
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