For a six year old, sitting through an hour long worship service on Easter can be difficult. The sermon can be somewhat lengthy and a little more advanced than can be typically taken in by a kindergartner.
I looked over at my daughter, quietly drawing as the pastor spoke, and was pleased to see that while she was not intently listening, the overall point was understood.
My heart was full of joy as I looked at the picture that represented the theme of our church service, the very message expounded on by the preacher, the exact reason we could celebrate in the midst of a week full of sorrow.
After the service, I asked Mary Mac about the picture drawn in church. "Why did you draw a tongue ?" I inquired, thinking that maybe my litle girl thought that Jesus was sticking it out at the devil. Makes sense, considering that He was about to defeat death.
Looking at me as though I didn't understand anything, she responded, "Mom, that's what you look like when you die. But don't worry, Jesus doesn't look like that anymore. Because He's alive."
Indeed, sweet child.
He is alive indeed.