Yesterday in the car, Bethel started singing “God Is Good,” just those words, over and over again. So I turned off Vivaldi and sang with her a bit. That turned into singing “Let the Little Children Come” and I asked as I have done several times before, “Who said ‘Let the little children come’?” David was silent (as he often is during these discussions; I’ve learned to answer myself when having talks with him). Bethel said “God.” (God must be the right answer to any question about the Bible, right?) So once again I told the wonderful story about the mothers who brought their children to Jesus, were turned away, and drawn back by a loving Lord. That started a discussion about the word forbid. Neither child knew what it meant, so I tried to explain it.
“Forbid means not to allow something. If I forbid you to run in the street, I’m telling you not to.” Then I tried to give all sorts of silly questions with extreme examples: Would mommy forbid you to obey? Would mommy forbid you from hitting your sister? and so on.
They didn’t get it, but they will. Still, it was a fun discussion.
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