"Momma, why did the soldiers crucify Jesus?" the youngest asks.
"Well...there are many reasons. They thought He was lying when He said He was God.
And God allowed Him to be killed so that He could die for our sins.
So that we wouldn't have to die."
The boy screws up his face, "But everybody dies."
"Our bodies die, buddy, but our souls go to be with Jesus."
The oldest interjects, "If Jesus hadn't died for us, we would have had to die for our sins."
"Everybody's soul lives on," I explain, "those who believe live forever with Jesus and those who don't live forever in hell."
"Is hell in the center of the earth?" The boy is full of questions tonight.
"No, hell is neither in space nor time," I answer.
I pause and breathe a prayer for understanding in their hearts.
"Now put your heads on your pillows, everybody. And you can tell Jesus all your thoughts and ask Him your questions. I love you, love you, love you. Good night."
And as I turn out the light and close the door, I realize. This is why I went to a Christian college.
Four years of studying His word hard with some brilliant and lettered professors
and ten years of learning since then
and I still quake when those three start stalling bedtime with their amazing questions!
May everyone have a joyful Easter time.
He is risen.
He is risen indeed.
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