Shaun Groves
“Why sharks die?” he asked with cheeks full of raisins.
“They just get very old and die,” I said, not wanting to attempt an explanation of the food chain to a five year-old with improving but far from perfect English.
“Like you,” he said.
I smiled, because if you don’t have anything nice to say…
“Do I die?” he asked.
“Everyone dies. But not for a long long time,” I said.
“I don’t…I don’t want to…nevermind.”
He gnawed his sandwich down to the crust, leaned back in his chair, folded his arms across his bulging belly and continued his theological inquiry.
“Where sharks sleep when they dead?” he asked.
“Where do they sleep?” I asked.
“They sleep with Jesus?” he asked.
“They sleep with Jesus and play with Jesus and talk to Jesus…and eat with Jesus,” I said.
“I eat with Jesus?” he asked, picking up crumbs with his fingertips and licking them off.
“When we die we get to eat with Jesus. Yep.”
“Wooooohooooo! I want that.”
No offense to Jesus, but I’m pretty sure most of those o’s were for eating.
But, yes, Wooooohooooo! Amen.
Amanda says:
Woohoooo! Indeed. 🙂 I love kids’ simple enthusiasm for Jesus. I need more of that!
Matthew (FzxGkJssFrk) says:
Awesome. My four-year-old boy says exactly the same “Wooohoooooo!” whenever he’s excited about what we’re having for dinner.
shayne says:
I’m woohooo-ing about the eating too. I’m hoping my glorified body has an immunity to calories and fat.
Which would make eating very pleasant indeed.
Not to mention…you know…Jesus would be there and stuff.
That part is pretty dadgum awesome too.
Shayla says:
TOO stinkin cute!!!!!
I used to babysit my friend’s son every once and a while when he was younger and he used to thank Jesus for his cheetos!!! not the other snacks…just the Cheetos made it into his prayers 🙂
Michelle ~ Blogging from the Boonies says:
Thanks for sharing that sweet snapshot of your life. 🙂
Kelli says:
Amen.
Jan J. says:
What a sweetie! The things that go through their little minds at that age are proof their minds are not so little!
Zoë says:
My six year old thinks the main reason for going to church is the cake afterwards. When we moved last year, she fell in love with our new church because they serve cake, where the former church had only ever had biscuits (biscuits=cookies I think?).
There’s hope for her yet. She was reading her children’s bible the other day and said, “This is a sad story, Mummy. I almost cwied [sic].”
Keep sharing the Sambhaji-isms lol. My kids can drive me up the wall, but during difficult times their simplicity is balm 🙂
Kris says:
Ha! Awesome! Yes, Woooohoooo, Indeed! 🙂
Tiffany says:
Wooohooooo! Love it! Now that I have met you in person, I feel as if I cannot continue to just be a stalker here. 🙂 Thank you again for blessing our faith family with your gift for worship and turning our attention to our King. We are grateful that you took the time to visit our small, farm community in the middle of “nowhere, USA”. 🙂 Your music resonated in my soul last night and continues to probe my heart this morning.Thank you Shaun. Be blessed.