The Gospel According to Nate
I may have mentioned my youngest nephew a few times. He is such a character and has been pretty much from birth; so full of personality and opinions it is fascinating. He's also very funny, whether he knows it or not.
I remember a couple Christmases ago, my sister was working with him to explain what Christmas is really all about. She didn't want him to get caught up in the commercial side of it or the presents or Santa Claus. She wanted him to know it is about Jesus. She thought the best way to explain it to a two year old was to tell him that Christmas was Jesus' birthday. He seemed fine with that explanation, so she continued to explain as simply as she could who Jesus is and how much he loved Nate.
Nate sat and thought about it for a while and then blurted out, "Jesus doesn't love me! He doesn't even know me!!" She had barely recovered from his indignant response before he added, "I'm still gonna eat some of his cake though!" We laughed about that for days.
Fast forward nearly two years to the Good Friday that just passed. We were on our way to my church for service. I thought it would be nice to take my mom and my nephews with me. En route to the church Nate comments that this was not the way to his house. I explained that we were not going to his house we were going to Jesus' house. He snorted and replied, "Jesus' house?!" Then, in a tone that betrayed how dumb he thought I was, he says, "Jesus doesn't live in a house he lives in our hearts (all that was missing was the duhhhh). We just can't see Him because he's in there really deep." My mom and I chuckled and then I asked if Jesus lived in his heart. He sighed and said, "ye-es!" (again the duh was implied). He was pretty much done with the conversation, or perhaps with me, after that, but you gotta live his theology!