When Dancer was four she attended a small private Kindergarten in Texas. It barely had a van; so when field trip days rolled around, parents with SUV s were recruited.
Thus it was that I found myself with four little girls packed into my RAV in the fall of 2010, just weeks before Dancer's birthday. We were headed to the zoo, and after the giggles and games and rowdiness got to be too much I put in the Action Bible Songs CD.
One girl, after listening to a few songs, asked who Jesus was.
Dancer was appalled. You know....Jesus, she said. He's the son of God. He died on the cross for our sins. But don't worry, she reassured her...He CAME BACK.
Ohhhh, said another little girl. I know Him. I saw him at church during VBS.
Dancer whipped her head around and stared at the little girl. Her mouth hung open and I thought her eyes were going to POP out of her head.
You've SEEN Jesus? she practically screeched.
You can only imagine how hard I'm trying not to laugh at this point. Because Dancer was absolutely dying that Jesus was apparently going to Church and had never come to hers.
After it was determined that Jesus was a statue, Dancer actually breathed a sigh of relief. She then proceeded to evangelize.
Gotta Love Her.