I was a proud and amused dad the other day. The story is, as I arrived home from work and my wife and I caught up on the events of the day, she informed me, with some apprehension in her voice, that she’d been forced to explain the Trinity to our son during the day.
“He’s only four!” she said. “Well, he is my son,” I reminded her with a cheeky grin, “In a few years time he’ll either be an atheist or correcting the pastor.” Hmmm, she said.
But in truth I was just glad the task fell on her (looks around to check wife not looking over shoulder) because he was so very close to asking the hard questions the night before that I’d been getting a little apprehensive myself. His mind is getting sharper and sharper but he doesn’t yet have the language or life experience to understand what
understanding I have to offer. It’s far, far easier to answer older people. I think he’s rapidly becoming my greatest challenge. Anyway, I’m sure my wife will get revenge one of these days and hand him over to me for the sex question. Hmmm.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, he did seem reasonably satisfied with how she explained everything … for the moment … till he takes it to the next level.







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