Wednesday I took the girls to the children’s museum in Austin. At one of the exhibits kids are encouraged to draw a picture of their “future dream.” My kids can’t really draw well yet, so their dreams looked a little ambiguous.
I drew my favorite future dream: Jesus coming back, that moment when God steps in to once and for all save His people from everything bad. It was, admittedly, a little hokey. I gave Jesus a sword and crazy, Medusa hair. I drew angels and light rays and all that apocalyptic stuff that is simultaneously weird and awesome.
Anyway, I showed it to London. She looked for a second, interested. She asked, “Who’s that?” pointing to Jesus. I told her. She looked a little longer, sort of confused. Then, after a few seconds, a light bulb. She smiled, looked at me, and said, “Oh. The rescue.”