Naked Jesus, Mr. God, and the Easter Bunny
Caitlin and I went to our neighbor’s church Easter musical Sunday night. I realized pretty quickly that Caitlin’s Bible story knowledge focuses on Noah, Moses, and the other usual Old Testament Bible characters and that we have not adequately covered the resurrection, which of course is a pretty big deal. Not to mention that Caitlin most readily associates Easter with the hip hop white guy with pink ears, and I don’t mean K-Fed.
The hubby stayed at home with our little Mexican jumping bean Amelia. I knew this was the right decision when Caitlin insisted on sitting right up in front at church and when I got home and the hubby told me I’d missed out on Amelia’s nuclear explode up-the-back diaper episode.
Caitlin was very well behaved during the entire musical, which went on for nearly and hour and a half, and I reminded her that even though this was a church “play,” we needed to be quiet.
But she whispered (her “quiet” voice can be quite loud) about 500 questions during the musical.
Some of my favorites are:
Who’s Hosanna?
Why is Jesus mad?
Why are they hurting Jesus?
Is Jesus dead?
Why is Jesus in that cave?
Does Jesus sit with the dead people in heaven?
And my favorite: Is Jesus naked?
Having an almost 5-year-old intently converse with me about the meaning of life and death, not to mention her reasoning that people must wear capes in order to fly up to heaven, is pretty darn cool. That and the fact that she refers to God as Mr. God.
It reminds me of this Bible verse: “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”
That’s right. Do not hinder them. Even if they ask if Jesus is naked…in church.
