Quinn was introspective on the way home from Cub Scouts last night. I have no idea where the following thoughts came from. They certainly seemed to spring from nowhere. But this was what he asked me from the back seat.....
Quinn: "Mom, why did Jesus say 'God, take this cup from me?"
I was really taken aback by this question. Number one, that he REMEMBERED that line from the Passion drama. He said he remembered it from the cartoon about Easter I had them watch. LAST YEAR. Just taken aback by that. And that it would stick in his head. And come out again, a year later, on the way home from cub scouts. Randomly. And that THIS single line had so much significance on so many levels. And that he was understanding my response.
Mom: "Well, what was going to happen right after that?"
Quinn: "He was going to die on the cross." Yup.
Mom: "Do you think that might've been scary?"
Quinn: "Yeah. But He didn't HAVE to do it. He could've stopped it."
Mom: "Yes. He didn't have to. But He did, because He loves us. Even though He was scared about it."
Quinn: "Why did he say a cup?"
Mom: "Well, what do we do during Communion each week? What do we drink out of the cup?"
Colby: "It's Jesus' blood! The bread is His body!" Yup.
Mom: "He was about to shed His blood for us. The blood that the wine turns into every Sunday. That we drink from the cup. So He can live inside us -- really, not just pretend".
Quinn: "Mom, do we earn our way to heaven?" Again... WHOA. Where is he getting this stuff?? Rob and I have been talking about this a whole lot, and maybe he overheard us, but usually we talk about it after the kids have gone to bed at night.
Mom: "Nope, Quinn. We don't. We can't. Our job is to have faith, to believe, in Jesus. And to love God with all our hearts. And love other people as ourselves."
Colby: "And Jesus!"
Mom: "Yup, and Jesus. Someday, God will show us how we lived our lives, and ask us if we loved Him and each other like He told us to."
Quinn: "Well, how can He tell us? He's in HEAVEN!"
Colby: "We have to use our imaginations, Quinn."
Mom: "Well, He tells us in the Bible. And when we pray, and we listen very carefully, sometimes He speaks to us. I think that's what you mean by imagination, Colby."
Quinn: "Mom, do we have birthdays in heaven?"
Mom: "Well, there's no time in heaven, so I don't know. But maybe the day we die here on earth is the day we celebrate our new birth in Heaven. Actually... no. The day we were BAPTISED is the day we enter into God's family, so that would be the day that would be our 'spiritual' birth in Heaven."
Quinn: "So, when was my baptism?"
Mom: "You and Colby were baptised on July 14th, when you were 5 days old. While you were in the intensive care unit at the hospital. And Reagan was baptised on March 25th, when she was 3 months old."
Quinn: "When was your baptism day?"
Mom: "I don't really know. I don't remember."
Quinn: "You'll have to ask Grandma Betty." Yes, I will.
Quinn: "Mom, how old is the oldest person?"
Mom: "About 120 years or so, I guess."
Quinn: "I don't think I'm going to live to be old."
Mom: "Why do you say that?"
Quinn: "Well, remember how I have an angel in my heart? Making it bigger?" OK.... This was in reference to something he said when he was FOUR... fully two years ago... that we haven't talked about SINCE. I blogged about it here. This was really starting to weird me out.
Mom: "No, Quinn, your heart is just fine. You are healthy. An angel helps you get stronger, helps you heal."
Then he was quiet the rest of the way home, leaving his mother to think and ponder about what just came out of the mouth of her six year old son.
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