I remember playing with my younger daughter Krista one day. We were playing a combination of horses and dinosaurs. We had two play mats, one for the dinosaurs and one for the horses, and neither one could cross over to play with the other, so it was like two games at one time. Unless daddy wanted to aggravate Krista and then… Anyway. She was playing with a baby horse and asked me, “Daddy, where do horses come from?” OK, she was only 4. No time for the birds and the bees yet. I said to her, “Horses come from other horses. Just like babies come from mommies and daddies. God created horses, and mommy and daddy horses make baby horses.” “In their tummies,” she asked? “Yes, in there tummies.” She was cool with that, for a minute or two.
Then she asked THE QUESTION. “Daddy, where does God come from?” OK, now it got serious. I said, “Well, God didn’t come from anywhere. God has always been alive. That’s why He is God.” If you know my daughter, she just won’t quit. So she pops another question. “Daddy, what is God like?” Read the rest of this entry »
