We have been talking with our kids about Easter these last few weeks, especially with Dylan since he's at an age to really start to grasp what its all about. For some reason, I get a little stressed thinking about explaining somewhat complex God-related stuff to my kids since I feel like a lot of it is so abstract and the words we use to talk about these things might seem strange to little kids who are usually very literal. I picked Dylan up from preschool a couple of weeks ago and we were talking about what he learned that day on the way home and he told me, "Bad men hurt Jesus and then he died. But then he was alive. But he had no bones. It was a miracle." OK then...guess I had nothing to worry about! I love that he hears the story of Jesus not just at home, but at school, at church, with our family, and with our friends. We are blessed to be surrounded by people who care about our kids as much as we do.
Yesterday, Matt took Dylan with him to the Good Friday service at church. At our church, we don't really have a formal service - instead the church is open for several hours on Friday and people can come in and reflect, pray, and take communion. Afterwards, Matt was explaining to him how Friday was a sad day because we remember the day that Jesus died. And then Dylan says, "But that's not the end of the story, is it?" I love that. It is NOT the end of the story. It might be Friday, but Sunday's coming!!