Blind Faith

I had assembled a rattle, a teddy, a pencil sharpener and a Duracell battery to flourish at a circle of three-year-olds in Sunday school. With these I hoped, by some divine miracle, to explain the mystery of the Trinity. Why, if things went well, I might even end up understanding it myself.

As the introit hymn began, my optimism was fading. How do you teach the infinite and the unknowable? How, armed with my household plunder, do I foster faith in the unseen?

I had underestimated the quiet certainty of children.

Has anyone, I asked, seen God? The Duracell battery, concealed in a rummage bag, was waiting to show how one can believe without seeing.  But…

"I have!" piped a three-year-old.
"Where?" I asked, disconcerted.
"In the jungle."
"What did He look like?"
"He had a long trunk".

A pause. I held my props ready to enlighten the doubters.

"Has anyone else seen God?" I asked.
"I have!" replied a four-year-old.
"Where?"
"In the garden."
"What did He look like?"
"He had a white T shirt."
"How do you know it was God?"
"Because I saw him."




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  1. Rachel Selby23 May 2016 at 14:24

    You can't argue with that. My daughter had a chat with God last september and told me that he answered her in her heart. Then one day we were standing on the Bethlehem Road and a car went by with an Arab wearing a full kaffia. "Oh!" exclaimed my 7yo, "I just saw Elohim!"

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  2. Kate23 May 2016 at 19:20

    Kids and God conversations - never let you down.

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  3. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matron26 May 2016 at 20:02

    How kind!

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  4. Older Single Mum4 June 2016 at 23:39

    He / she is omnipresent we are taught and can believe and I wouldn't doubt a 4yo for a second! xx

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    Just stopped by to say it's been far too long between posts - I hope all is ok x

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      How kind of you to remember me. Now my kids are teens and on social media and my husband has become an archdeacon I don't feel I can publicise the painful hilarities of family life any more. I do hope you are thriving.

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