The faith of a child
Tonight at dinner the topic turned to theology. Not deep Dallas Theological Seminary theology. Four-year-old boy theology. Nathan’s friend joined us for dinner, and the two enjoyed flaunting their knowledge of the Bible and of God.
The first topic was God’s size in relation to tortillas. Hudson announced that his tortilla was the longest, and Nathan informed his playmate that God was longer. This led to some confusion as to whether God actually is a tortilla or is merely bigger than a tortilla.
The conclusion reached that no, God is not a tortilla and that yes, He is bigger than one, the boys ventured onto the subject of creation. Hudson described a numbering system that God used when creating the earth, the idea probably stemming from hearing of the seven days of creation. Nathan, then, proudly boasted of his superior knowledge of the subject: “No, He just spoke, and it … made.”
On the subject of Nathan, I have been reading to him from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. I love to watch a little one experience something great for the first time. The plot, of course, is enthralling. The writing, too, is leagues above most children’s stories. While reading descriptions of the children’s feelings when first hearing Aslan’s name or of spring coming to Narnia, I like sneaking peaks at my little brother and seeing the far-off Narnia look in his eyes. He has been introduced to a new world, one that he will become very familiar with. Now, he only grasps the basic elements of the plot. Each time he reads it, however, he will understand more and more, enjoy it on a deeper level.
Perhaps this is why I chose early childhood education. I want to introduce children to greatness and truth while they are still young so that they will seek after it for their entire lives.
The first topic was God’s size in relation to tortillas. Hudson announced that his tortilla was the longest, and Nathan informed his playmate that God was longer. This led to some confusion as to whether God actually is a tortilla or is merely bigger than a tortilla.
The conclusion reached that no, God is not a tortilla and that yes, He is bigger than one, the boys ventured onto the subject of creation. Hudson described a numbering system that God used when creating the earth, the idea probably stemming from hearing of the seven days of creation. Nathan, then, proudly boasted of his superior knowledge of the subject: “No, He just spoke, and it … made.”
On the subject of Nathan, I have been reading to him from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. I love to watch a little one experience something great for the first time. The plot, of course, is enthralling. The writing, too, is leagues above most children’s stories. While reading descriptions of the children’s feelings when first hearing Aslan’s name or of spring coming to Narnia, I like sneaking peaks at my little brother and seeing the far-off Narnia look in his eyes. He has been introduced to a new world, one that he will become very familiar with. Now, he only grasps the basic elements of the plot. Each time he reads it, however, he will understand more and more, enjoy it on a deeper level.
Perhaps this is why I chose early childhood education. I want to introduce children to greatness and truth while they are still young so that they will seek after it for their entire lives.
posted by Courtney at 10:15 PM
15 Comments:
What a chuckle and a "hmm." Considering its contrast to my general approach to children, I respect your reflections very much. The children you bless will feel the influence throughout their lives, and it will be the last thing to be effaced by age or illness.
Wow! For a Yellow Jacket editor... there sure were a lot of fragments! =P
Wow... then there must be a lot of short, 8-year-old, english prodigies running around the face of the earth. ;-)
That should be "short, eight-year-old English prodigies."
But Wilson, he *knew* the rules and was entitled to break them.
I think you're all nerds...
Um, that was said in a very loving and caring way of course... I didn't mean to kill the conversation... ::hangs head in shame::
Hmph.
I understand. My mother used to always lovingly and caringly call me a nerd when she tucked me in at night.
;D
Yes, I'm sorry, that was very wrong of me. What I should have said was, you're all SARCASTIC nerds. ;-P
::looks about blithely as if a complete stranger had spoken::
This is Dex. He is not married.
OH MY GOSH! I'VE FOUND A COMMUNITY OF JOURNALISTIC WRITERS! I forgot about your deal with the newspaper, Courtney.
Well, I've run into some problems with the editor of the student newspaper, and I would greatly appreciate some help!
Tell me, Courtney, if you like this introduction...
"When freshmen get their student ID cards, they also get a card instructing them not to use their IDs as ice scrapers. Perhaps a more efficient use of the accompanying card would be a listing of the benefits of this handy piece of plastic that are less obvious and less widely known."
...and the advice that came with it. See my blog for the advice and then tell me if I'm deluding myself or if I'm right.
okay so do you have any recommendations? i know i'm totally inexperienced in journalism... but i don't think journalism = bad writing by default hahahahaha
oh and i love this post. it is very very very cute
Even Hitler had to start somewhere.
For the Cause!!!
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