The Talking Jesus

I invited my four year old grandchild to pray by saying, "Let's talk to Jesus. Praying is how we do that."

She replied, "But I want to talk to the real Jesus, the talking Jesus."

I didn't know what she meant and we went ahead and prayed. Later, when we were at the church she said, "There he is! There's the talking Jesus." I followed her pointing finger and saw our Associate Pastor. Young and with a full beard. He did look like some of our pictures of Jesus.

I wondered when I should tell him about his place in my grandchild's life.