Sometimes I am utterly humbled at the way I am called into deep, spiritual conversations with my children at the most unexpected times.
Yesterday as we walked to Micah’s world drumming class, he started saying he was one hundred plus one hundred years old. Or wait…”one hundred and ninety-nine years old.” “Wow,” I said, “You’re way older than me!” Then he asked, “Am I older than Jesus?” It took a great deal of convincing to show him that Jesus, who is one of the three persons of God, has always been since before the beginning of the world. He doesn’t have a beginning or end so therefore, we really can’t give him an age. “But how old is he?” Micah would keep asking…”a billion years old?”
And then out of the blue, as we passed a church, he asked if Jesus has to die every Easter. I was happy to remind him that Jesus only had to die one death on the cross two thousand years ago and then rose again three days later. He defeated death. Easter is a day to remember that one death.
“Oh,” said Micah and then soon we were at the Brooklyn Conservatory and he was pounding away at bongo drums with a group of other kids. They drummed, they danced and they sang. He had a good time and rode home on his scooter singing an African song at the top of his lungs.
How often do I need to be reminded that I always need to be ready to entertain questions? I pray I give him adequate answers!
“Surely he took up our pain
and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to our own way;
and the LORD has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
For he bore the sin of many,
and made intercession for the transgressors.”
-Isaiah 53: 4-6,12