L.K. Madigan (lkmadigan) wrote,
L.K. Madigan

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Oh my God, we forgot religion!

Last night at bedtime – a time which has become conducive to heavy, philosophical discussions – Young Son (7) and I landed on the subject of God.

As I recall, we wended our way down the path this way: we were talking about presidents, and I mentioned that John F. Kennedy was our youngest president, and then I mentioned that he died while he was in office. Of course, Young Son wanted to know how, and (not having thought this topic through sufficiently) I had to explain the circumstances. Much affected, YS said that he would be so angry he would want to kill someone who killed a president.


While sincerely hoping we are not incubating a future trench-coated murderer, I suggested that maybe God should be the one who decides who lives and who dies … not people.

“But he’s dead,” said my son.

“Uh …” I fumbled. “Not really …”

Thus far in Young Son’s religious education, he has attended a Jewish preschool (where he learned to sing the blessing before meals), and his parents (non-observant-Jew father and non-observant-Gentile mother) celebrate Christmas and Hanukkah. We lean in the direction of Judaism for our kid.

So I said to him, in that God-made-the-world-and-everything-in-it kind of perspective, “Well, God’s not really dead …”

“Didn’t he get eaten by a whale?”

“Oh! That’s Jonah. That’s a story from the Bible. That’s a book that … um, never mind.”

“Skyler told me God died a long time ago.”

“Oh! Maybe he’s talking about Jesus.”

“Who’s Jesus?”

“Well …” I said, stifling a laugh and weighing my vaguely Gentile words, “Most people think he was the son of God.”

“God Junior?”


That’s the good stuff.

This child has NEVER failed to fascinate me.

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