We were just leaving the check-out lane at the local grocery store….my tow-head five year old boy and I.
He looks at me while I navigate the cart around the other shoppers. “I’m really glad you’re not old,” he says as we pass a couple of senior citizens. Lately, he’s had a horrified fascination with wrinkles, so I figured these lucky grayhaired folk just had too many wrinkles for his taste. But, his next few words cleared that right up….
“Because….I don’t want to go to your funeral yet…..when you’re just laying there all flat….like this,” (and he demonstrates the head back and eyes close) I assured him that I wasn’t quite ready for my own funeral either.
“But,” I told him, “when you’re dead, you get to be with God in heaven, and it’s REALLY nice and beautiful.” He looked unsure, but wanted to believe me.
“Where is heaven?” he asks…looking at the cloudy sky. “Is it really up above the clouds? Is that where God is?” I told him that I really didn’t know, but that I was sure it was a very nice place.
“OK,” he says, “Just make sure you take your cell phone with you when you go there, so you can tell me about it.”
Later that day, we went over his Sunday-school homework. He was supposed to talk to God, anytime, about anything. So, we prayed a quick prayer about heaven, and requested that God send my dear boy a few dreams so he could see what it was like.
Dear God – please help me to make use of every “teachable moment” that you give me with my kids.