Boy #4 enters the world of theology

Before I finally conk out for the evening, I can’t help but add this one anecdote, knowing that some of you who know our children will enjoy it.  Tonight, my wife informed me tonight that our three-year-old, the creatively named Boy #4, has been having an ongoing theological discussion with her which took a dramatic turn this particular evening.

Over the last several nights, he has asked her a few times before going to sleep, “Does God have a night light?”  (You may wish to note that Boy #4, himself, has a night light.)  Tonight, however, he changed his approach and asked, “Why don’t God need a night light?”  My wonderful wife gave him her best version of “Psalm 139 for Three Year Olds” and he apparently went to sleep satisfied.

(Yes, he said “don’t” instead of “doesn’t.”  He’s currently devoting his energies in a concentrated fashion to mastering the intricacies theology, so cut him a little slack, OK?  I’m sure he will correct it in the final draft of his thesis.)

I know.  Things like this always seems cuter to the parents than they do to everyone else.  (Of course, if you’re Richard Dawkins then such discussions implicate us as child abusers.)  But it’s my blog, so you’ll have to suffer through stuff like that on occasion.

At the same time, I know that it is only a matter of time before he gets older and we get older, and moments like that — explaining why God doesn’t need a night light — will become harder to remember.  The memory, as we so often say of photographs, just won’t communicate how wonderful the moment really was.

So, maybe this blog entry is really for me.  Maybe by writing about it, I can shore up that memory just a bit more and make its future recall a little more vibrant than it would have been otherwise.  I hope so.

[To those in our congregations, we will miss all of you while we are at the regional conference this weekend.  May our God — He Who Needs No Night Light — provide you and yours with a wonderful Sabbath.]

4 thoughts on “Boy #4 enters the world of theology

  1. kildrum

    You bring to mind a comment made allegedly by our eldest grandson at Pre-Teen Camp a couple of years ago in Mexia, Texas.

    In fact, you were the one who told the story.

    The dorm he was in had beaten one of the other dorms famously during the day and after prayers that night you asked if there was anything that perhaps had been forgotten.

    He put up his hand and commented that prayers for the other dorm had not been offered requesting God to help them do better next time… however, not sufficiently better to the extent that they would actually win.

    Out of the mouths of babes…

  2. Howdy, kildrum! —

    I remember the story well! Though I have to say that your telling of it shows how stories tend to “improve” over time. 😉

    Actually, it was rather simply that as we went around the room and each boy offered a prayer before sleeping, he asked that the other team members would not feel bad for losing and that they would do better next time (though he did *not* ask that their improvement be limited).

    He was a great kid, and his contributions were appreciated!

    Best regards,
    Wallace Smith

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