My daughter texted me yesterday from her car with
this picture and message:
“Jesus fell off his cross! I need a new
one!”
And what would the proper response be to such a
statement?
“So sorry to hear the news” or “Well done Jesus!”
but instead I said,
“So where did he land?”
“In the console” she replied.
“Is he ok?” I asked.
“Not really. He broke his arm in the
fall.”
This was accompanied by another
photo:
“So can you re-attach his arm?”
I said.
“I’ve tried that before Mom. He just doesn’t
seem to want to stay put.
Once when I was driving along, I looked down and
saw him looking up at me on my leg.
So I glued him back on. But now that his arm is
broken, I don’t think that’s going to work.”
As my head filled with the theological
implications of Jesus not remaining on the cross,
or of replacing a broken Jesus who was broken for
us on said cross,
or of Jesus not desiring to ‘stay put’, even with
glue applied,
I considered the worthiness of turning this into
yet another one
of my spiritual analogies about God’s desire to draw closer to my
daughter.
I thought back over all the years of my telling
Jesus stories to my kids and their less than enthusiastic response,
and
decided not to read too much into it.
“So what do you think Mom?” she
asked.
“I think Jesus wants you to SLOW DOWN. You can’t
be sure that he didn’t just try to JUMP to safety.”