When my son was six...
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When my son was six or seven, he asked me to explain Jesus' death and resurrection. In
my best theological language, geared for his age, I offered a detailed explanation. I used
my best logic (which never was great) and presented a relatively intelligent interpretation
of the events of Jesus' last hours and the beginning of his new life with us. I guess I hit
the mark, for, after I had finished, Steve responded with great skepticism, "Now I've
heard everything."
