Some of you may remember Clarence, my budding legal mind of a nephew. Well, Clarence is bracketed by two sisters, one of whom is still a baby of sorts and the other, Aimee, who is now six. This is a brief tale about Aimee’s future as a religious philosopher.
At Aimee’s kindergarten, the children are given plastic eggs around Eastertide. Since this is a Christian school, the eggs contain pictures of Easter-related items instead of the usual candy. Leaving aside the obvious about which any six-year-old would rather have, I need to tell you about Aimee’s reaction to the last picture.
It was a whip.
“A Whip?! What does that have to do with Easter?” Aimee wondered.
Incidentally, I had the same thought as Aimee upon hearing this. A whip? Whattup? Good thing my brother was bright enough to catch on and run with it.
“Well, Jesus was whipped” he explained.
“They whipped the Son of GOD?!?!?” Aimee was quite affronted at the cruelty (and unwiseness) of it all.
“Yes” said her rueful father. He then prepared to bring the Good Friday story into the home stretch. Clearly Aimee was empathetic for Jesus’ pain and suffering. “And then they nailed Him to a cross and killed Him.”
“Well, we’ve all got to die sometime.”
I guess them’s the breaks, Jesus.
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oh my word. your little nieces and nephews are something else. ha!
Oh, those kids are HILARIOUS and crack me UP. Does the littlest one say funny stuff too?
Well, she doesn’t really talk yet. I think it’s only a matter of time.
[...] Reese’s Peanut Butter Egg–only available at Eastertide–is far, far superior to the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups available year ’round. [...]