"Thank you for Aiden and Finn, who are the best family in the whole world, and for Daddy, who loves us all so much. And thank you for Easter..."
"Stop Mommy! I want to say that part."
"Okay buddy, go ahead."
"Thank you for Easter and for dying when you were so sad, and thank you for coming to life, and for Easter."
It's something, really. The way a child can simplify the most profound mysteries. And how one short sentence breathed in complete sincerity can hold more impact than a book full of carefully researched theology.
Not that he is without questions. In fact I've spent many a long and drawn-out bedtime answering such inquiries...
"Do angels fly?", "When Jesus comes back to live here, will he come to our house and play video games?", and my personal favorite, "Does Jesus eat dinner in my heart? Yes or no? Just tell me, yes or no."
Sometimes I think he doesn't understand at all. To be honest, sometimes I wonder if I understand at all. The more questions he asks the more I think, "I have no idea."
But then he pulls out something both beautiful and simple. He so easily suspends his questioning for belief. And for thankfulness.
And so today, Easter Sunday, we are thankful for much...family, friends, the everyday adventures of a life abroad.
But we are especially thankful for those things we don't completely understand. The simple complexity of faith.
Happy Easter everyone!
