The Clear People

"Who is God?  Where is He, Mom? I just want to see Him!"  Thus spake my 3 1/2 year old grandson, John, to his mom, Caroline.  I'll let her tell the rest of the story:

"Before I could answer him, the questions just kept coming and so did his frustration.  He didn't like my answer that God is everywhere; in his heart, in Heaven, all around us in the air and at church.
There was silence as I watched his little brain wheels cranking.  Then, "Mom, can you get me a kite so that I can fly it high, up to Heaven and I would hold on so tight and I could climb up the kite so I could see God?"
Later that night as we were coloring, I asked John to tell Daddy about our conversation.  He right away perked up and said, "GOD!   Do you know Him, Daddy?!" We talked about how God is always here to help us make good choices.  Right away John asked, "He leaves when I make bad ones?"  We explained that He is always with us!"

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Caroline's story reminds me of when our daughter, Alana, was four.  She and Steve had just finished prayers.  Alana whispered, "I never knew about the Clear People."

"What?!" asked Steve.

"The Clear People; I never knew about them." she said.

"Who are they?" asked Steve.

"The Clear People." she re-stated.

Steve asked, "Who told you about them?"

"Mom," she replied.

"Well, who are they?!" he asked.

Alana said, "The Clear People, you know, like God."
©8/2012  Jana B Patrick