Wednesday, February 06, 2008


Our luncheon conversation about mortality on this Ash Wednesday:

Agent 002: When I die, will my skin fall off like the dinosaurs in the museum?
Mama: Yes.
Agent 002: I won't have any skin?
Mama: No. It will decay.
Agent 002: But I will still have hard bones?
Mama: Yes.
Agent 002: Will my eyes decay?
Mama: Yes.
Agent 002: And my heart and my muscles?
Mama: Yes. They will all decay.
Agent 002: Does Jesus send every person a note?
Mama: Huh?
Agent 002: A note to say that I will die and can go to heaven. Does Jesus send them in the mail?
Mama: Every living thing dies. Jesus doesn't need to send notes about it.
Agent 002: But how do you know that people can go to heaven with Jesus?
Mama: There are no notes, but God wrote a book about it -- the Bible.
Cousin F: In the living room?
Mama: Yes, our Bible is in the living room.


Anonymous said...

This reminds me of one of my daughter's favorite songs.

"Jesus loves me this I know. For the Bible tells me so."

Rockin' Moroccan Mama said...

How do you handle all these questions. SOme days I am happy to answer but some days I wish there was a switch off button. Very smart kid.