Church

Two weeks ago, for the very first time, we - as a family of four - went to a local church.

We had been discussing this with Len for a while, but didn't mention anything to the girls until that Sunday morning two weeks ago. 

I was getting ready when Maya asked me:  "Mom, where are we going?"  To get her a bit excited, I said with a lot of enthusiasm:  "We're going to church babe!"  She looked at me suspiciously and asked:  "Is that where Jesus lives?"  I said: "Yes".  Then with panic in her eyes (she's still extremely shy), she asked:  "Is Jesus going to be there?"  So, to put her at ease, I said:  "Maya, Jesus is dead". 

She thought about this for a while, then ran upstairs and announced to daddy with as much enthusiasm as I showed her:  "Daddy, we're going to church!"  and then added:  "Oh, Jesus is dead!  And, I really miss him!"

By the way, we were able to leave the girls at the Sunday school for the entire service!  We got to enjoy the service in peace, and they had a lot of fun, too!