Gabriel asked me today, very casually while eating lunch, "Mom, why do people's hearts stop beating?" Rather than blurt out the first thing that came to my mind, "Because everyone has to die at some point", I took a moment to form my response in my head. "Probably because God needed them in Heaven." "Why?" was of course, the next obvious question. "I don't know", I said (which I realize I'm using way too often lately which makes him usually defer to Chuck for the answer). "Maybe because he needs a new angel." He pondered that for a moment, then between bites of his egg burrito said, "I hope I go to Heaven." "You will," I assured him. "Do you know how I know you'll go to Heaven?" I asked him. "How?" he asked. "Because you were baptized," I said. A grin came across his face, then a split second later dissipated when he realized he'd thought of something. "But you're not," he said. "Yes I am. Remember when I was baptized at BCC? (Beaverton Christian Church)" "Oh yeah, " he replied, "Just not in the Catholic church."
Because of Who You Are
4 years ago