Caiden and I went shopping today, for a little one-on-one time, and besides getting some much-needed new clothes, I got some great instruction in Bible lessons:
"Mama, the Golf Ball of Judas (aka Gospel of Judas) isn't true, is it? They (Discovery Channel, I'm assuming) were just teasing, weren't they? Because Jesus' helpers didn't go anywhere after the Last Dinner; Jesus just had to go out and die, huh?"
"Mama, who were the Bull Rushers? Were they the bad guys who were going to kill Moses? " After I deduced that the Bull Rushers were, in fact, bulrushes, and explained that they were the weeds Moses was hidden in, I was rebuked: "Nonsense (he really did say that word, I promise), the Bible CD said 'Moses and the Bull Rushers.'"
When I asked him to tell me some Bible stories, he said, "Mama, the Bible is true, isn't it? Even the stories, huh? Now let me think of some of the stories I don't know yet."
"Mama, what's the story that comes after Noah's Ark? The one with the mama named Sarah? She was too old to have a baby, and they wandered the land where God told them to go, and God said his family would be as many as the stars in the sky, and he was amazed. Not kidding. And God gave him a terrible test. He had to kill his son to show God how much he loved Him. When he was going, he telled Sarah he was going on a picnic. He gathered up wood on the donkey and setted off. He could not speak for the tears. Then the angel called out, 'stop!' And he killed a lamb instead. And God knowed how much he loved Him. Wowsers. Yeah."
I'm thinking that since we can't go to church for several months, we'll have our own little church on Saturday nights. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let Caiden preach. Because he does seem to have quite the grasp on Scripture, you know?