On Sundays, I help out with the three-year-old class at my church. I really enjoy it because there are not many things more funny or poignant than a three-year-old.
One of the things we do is hand out tiny New Testaments to each child and let them hold them and flip through the pages as we talk about how the Bible is divided into the New Testament and the Old Testament and about respecting the Bible as the word of God and how you shouldn’t literally chew on the word of God and that kind of thing.
As the teacher was going over this lesson, one little girl in the back held up her New Testament showing a picture of Jesus and squealed with excitement, “Hey! I found God! He’s right here in the back!”
If only it were that easy. Or maybe it is. I don’t know.