I try to be sensitive to impromptu moments to talk to Asher about the Gospel. Often those conversations are anything but profound & i’m left wondering if I’m just confusing him and/or if he can understand in the slightest.
This past weekend gave me a glimpse that perhaps it’s worth the effort after all.
We were at my grandparents house, who are Catholic. The room asher was sleeping in had a pretty good-sized crucifix on the wall. When I went in to get Asher & Grace in the morning I laid down on the bed beside Asher for a bit. This had us looking directly at the crucifix. Here’s the transcript:
“momma, is that Jesus on the cross?”
“Yes, asher it is…you’re a smart boy”
“momma….what’s he fixing?”
“well…he’s fixing our hearts”
“oh yeah…our hearts….what else?”
Then Grace started squealing in objection to having been left in the playpen during this conversation & we never got back to it.