Ripping a Blessing

Good Friday.  It's one of the most cherished, yet violent holidays on the Christian calendar.  I struggle with just how to talk to a two-year-old about suffering, crucifixion and death so I keep to the point.  I told Noemi that today is important because it is the day that Jesus showed us just how much he loves us.

After our solemn Good Friday service, we brought Noemi home and I rocked her before bed.  I end our bedtime ritual with a prayer each night, often blessing people that we love.  Tonight, I turned off the light and simply said, "Thank you Jesus for loving us so much."  Noemi kept her sweet, quiet little head snuggled to my chest.  Then she ripped a big one and softly said, "And thank you Jesus for the farts."

Amen.