Logan asked me this morning if God was the only person around when dinosaurs were alive. (What?) He went to a children’s church service last night and I guess that got him thinking. I said that God lives in the heavens (trying to keep it to short, declarative sentences at this point).
“But Mommy, don’t the heavens go up and up and up?”
“They sure do.”
“Well, then how can he come here?”
“Well, sweetie, people go up to heaven when they die to be with him.”
“Well then how do they get up there? Does he reach down with his arms?”
“Hmmmm?” (I am really feeling too sick with a cold to go here.)
[Long, thoughtful pause] “Maybe he has a bridge. That’s how Tarzan got up into the trees, so I bet that’s how God does it.”