Me: No Pace, it’s just ketchup. (I’m assuming they must have talked a lot about Jesus’ blood in Sunday school yesterday…I hope :))
Pace: Will you read me the story about Jesus blood spilling everywhere in your Bible.
Me: You mean about Jesus dying on the cross?
Pace: Is that when he bled?
Me: Yes (Why is so obsessed with the blood?!)
I went on to read/explain the story. Crucifixion, Resurrection. I even added a little extra gore and sound effects just for her. Afterwards, I told her about how she had to ask Jesus to live in her heart if she wanted to go see Him in heaven one day, to which she said, “Is He just going to run in there?” (she begins pointing at her chest)
Me: Something like that.
Pace: Won’t he be sad all stuck in there?
Me: No, it would actually make him really happy to live in there all cozy. But Pace, before He can come live in there, you have to understand that you are a sinner.
Pace: What’s a sinner?
Me: Being a sinner means that sometimes, even though we might not want to, we do things that are bad or mean.
Pace: I don’t. (Cocky little thing)
Me: What about pushing your sister down, or being selfish, or hurting people’s feelings, or not obeying what I tell you to do? Don’t you sometimes do things like that?
Pace: Yeah. (She looks really dejected, so I add)
Me: But Pace, I’m a sinner too.
Pace: You are??!! What do you do?
Me: Well don’t I sometimes hurt your feelings, or get madder than I should? (She’s really thinking now…and finally responds–)
Pace: Sometimes, people spank you, and you get a raw hiney-butt, and THAT’S what a sinner is.
And I can tell she is no longer surprised at MY need for Jesus 🙂