Why call it "Good" Friday if someone died?
Well, tomorrow is Easter, so of course the
Lucifer still dabbles in the belief of the Easter Bunny,
However he and Damian do know and understand the
(Not the slumlord with the apartment above yours, the
Damian asks alot of questions...
How come He died?
These are the same questions we get every year, he is pretty
"He died so that when we do bad stuff, we can be forgiven"
And every year he ponders about it.
Kids have morbid fascinations.
Try gently explaining to an 8 year old how a man
They've watched "Jesus of Nazareth".
The conversation ended abruptly when a playmate
The two boys played hard all day, got good and dirty,
*Purposely you know, didn't want to spoil their fun!
The two boys were playing in the living room while
Josh pokes his head in and asks if I'm ok.
"Of course, I'm a Goddess remember?"
He just shook his head.
"Yanno, after what you told me about Good Friday
Little kids are so damn smart sometimes, don't think
~~~~~~Dave~~~~~~~
discussions around the house are flying.
we haven't had THAT *talk* yet.
reason we celebrate Easter.
other Lord)
Why'd people kill him?
Did it hurt?
Why a cross?
Is that a story, or is it real?
Does everyone do Easter stuff?
young but understands it better with simplicity rather than wordy
sermons with big words that even I don't understand
sometimes.
"Cos they didn't know any better, they were scared of him"
"Yeah it hurt, *pinching Damian's toe* worse than that even!"
"Cos I guess that's how they did stuff to people back then"
"It's real to us, lots of people believe different stuff"
"Nope, not everyone does Easter stuff, some folks choose to
believe different things, but yanno, seems everyone believes in
the same "God", just call him by different names"
Funny sometimes, but morbid.
Good Friday morning, he asked more questions.
He wanted a play by play of "cruxifiction"
So in the easiest way and most "unscary" way
possible, I tried my best to gently explain what
it is.
is nailed hand and foot to a cross and hung up till
he dies. The kid would have nightmares for a month.
They both know and understand as much as
youth can understand such things.
arrived that Friday morning.
planted booby-traps all over the place for me, which of
course I got caught in.
Rubbing my shin from one fall, wiping marker off
my face after another, picking cornflakes out of my
socks after a third*
I was chopping vegetables. And in a typical Dave Moment,
managed to slice a finger along with the onions. Slicing
a finger is bad enough, but sprinkling onion juice on it
just adds to the whole brilliant sensation.
I'm running cold water over the cut.
and (this is his version of the word cruxifiction, not a typo):
cruise-a-flying...
I don't think it's a good day to be a God"
for a minute they don't hear what you're saying to them.
No matter how complicated you think it is.
Take me home!
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