Showing posts from March, 2016

forehead jesus.

I am the mother of a five year old boy. It's a sweet spot because he is getting so long and brave and expressive, but he still scrunches into my lap or asks me to help fix his sock that got twisted up while jumping on the couch. He still lets me crawl under the covers with him before bed, where I hunker down for a minute in the darkness each night, listening to his restless wiggles give way to slow breaths.

Before I leave we always make the sign of the cross on each other's foreheads. "Come get your cross, Mom," he'll whisper through the silence. And I do.
Today he wanted to know more about the cross. "Why did Jesus have to die so we could live, Mom?" What a wide opening for a preacher! God reminded me that we only had 8 minutes left on the drive to school.
Well, we tried to get up to heaven for a long time. We thought we could be perfect all by ourselves and live forever if we tried hard enough. But it didn't work. It couldn't work. Our sin and …