Had a cool table discussion with my nephew today. We said a prayer together "Come Lord Jesus, be our guest, may this food to us be blessed, amen." I had asked him a couple days ago if he knew what a guest was so I asked him:
DJ: Do you know what a guest is?
T: It’s someone who comes to your house for a sleep over.
DJ: So is Jesus our guest?
T: Yes.
DJ: Where is He?
T: Here, because He’s always with us!
DJ: So He’s here eating supper with us?
T: Yep!
DJ: What does He look like?
T: He’s got a purple (I forget what he called it…) with a white shirt under it. (need to work on that one I guess…)
DJ: So what’s His face like? Is He smiling?
T: Yep!
DJ: Does He know your name?
T: Yep!
DJ: Why does He know your name?
T: Because He made me!
DJ: Does He know my name?
T: Yep!
DJ: Why?
T: Because He made you too!
DJ: And Grandma and Zaeli?
T: Yep!
DJ: And He know everyone’s name in the whole world?
T: Yep because He made everyone!
Theology of a 5 year old. Love it.
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