Today at work, someone at work automatically offered a "God Bless You." to someone who had just sneezed. He then he began musing aloud, "I wonder what happens when sinners like me offer the blessing without really thinking about what they re saying? Does it really '*bless* someone at all? Does God honor that?"
I of course had to offer to him the benefit of my vast theological knowledge. I replied "Actually, when a sinner says 'God Bless you' an angel gets its wings ripped off." As he took that in, I further explained, "After the angel gets his wings ripped off it is excruciating and makes the angel cry out in pain and we people on earth hear that resulting scream. We just call it thunder." I know that I am right because I have been to Bible College down in Texas.
Sort of makes me a religious authority.
Now, my coworkers are accustomed to the river of sarcasm that seems to flow out of me constantly, but it occurred to me I need to start being more careful with what I say to my kid.
I know he is only 3 and is a brighter than average kid, but still he is a kid and is in his formative stage. If I am not careful I am going to crack him up.
Last night as we prepared for bed, and I was reading a story out of the children's bible story book to Josh. He suddenly cuddled up to me pointed to flashlight that was recharging on the dresser and said in a small and fearful voice "Daddy, I am scared of that light."
I immediately told him, " You better be scared, that blinks faster if you are naughty, and it is gonna get you!" Then I continued reading the story about Isaiah getting a word of God for his people. Apparently I need to start spending more time reading the bible for myself too. Especially given the fact I can read it and at the same time mess with my kids psyche.
It may be hard to believe, but I am actually really sensitive at heart, I just tend to mask it with a great wall of sarcasm and denial. I have been trying to remember how I felt when I was his age, but that was 47 years ago, and I think the concussion and Jack Daniels that I had when I was younger man somehow has masked the memories.
Still I have a hard time not waffling with the kid, sometimes I am totally sympathetic and supportive, and sometimes just gotta go with the teasing.
He is a quick study I have to give him that. He is just like me except for being really athletic. I would call him "Mini Me" but "Skinny-me" might fit the bill a little better.
After all the messing with him, he was ready to show me what he had learned. Right before I read him the story, he watched me change the sheets on the bed.
After I read to him and we watched some TV, he said "Daddy, I want to lay on your arm." I assumed he meant he wanted to cuddle up to go to sleep so Like the loving dad I sometimes am, I reached out and pulled him close. He cuddled up, turned around and cut the cheese on my forearm, then proudly told me what he had done.
It may have been a bit sophomoric, but it got the job done.
I Wonder what he dreams up next?
I of course had to offer to him the benefit of my vast theological knowledge. I replied "Actually, when a sinner says 'God Bless you' an angel gets its wings ripped off." As he took that in, I further explained, "After the angel gets his wings ripped off it is excruciating and makes the angel cry out in pain and we people on earth hear that resulting scream. We just call it thunder." I know that I am right because I have been to Bible College down in Texas.
Sort of makes me a religious authority.
Now, my coworkers are accustomed to the river of sarcasm that seems to flow out of me constantly, but it occurred to me I need to start being more careful with what I say to my kid.
I know he is only 3 and is a brighter than average kid, but still he is a kid and is in his formative stage. If I am not careful I am going to crack him up.
Last night as we prepared for bed, and I was reading a story out of the children's bible story book to Josh. He suddenly cuddled up to me pointed to flashlight that was recharging on the dresser and said in a small and fearful voice "Daddy, I am scared of that light."
I immediately told him, " You better be scared, that blinks faster if you are naughty, and it is gonna get you!" Then I continued reading the story about Isaiah getting a word of God for his people. Apparently I need to start spending more time reading the bible for myself too. Especially given the fact I can read it and at the same time mess with my kids psyche.
It may be hard to believe, but I am actually really sensitive at heart, I just tend to mask it with a great wall of sarcasm and denial. I have been trying to remember how I felt when I was his age, but that was 47 years ago, and I think the concussion and Jack Daniels that I had when I was younger man somehow has masked the memories.
Still I have a hard time not waffling with the kid, sometimes I am totally sympathetic and supportive, and sometimes just gotta go with the teasing.
He is a quick study I have to give him that. He is just like me except for being really athletic. I would call him "Mini Me" but "Skinny-me" might fit the bill a little better.
After all the messing with him, he was ready to show me what he had learned. Right before I read him the story, he watched me change the sheets on the bed.
After I read to him and we watched some TV, he said "Daddy, I want to lay on your arm." I assumed he meant he wanted to cuddle up to go to sleep so Like the loving dad I sometimes am, I reached out and pulled him close. He cuddled up, turned around and cut the cheese on my forearm, then proudly told me what he had done.
It may have been a bit sophomoric, but it got the job done.
I Wonder what he dreams up next?
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