I love my kids – I mean I actually love my kids. It’s more than just your normal, I’m a parent and I love my kids kind of love. I love my kids as people. They never cease to amaze me, humor me and bring joy to my life. No doubt, there are tough times too, but the good far outweighs the bad.
Case in Point
At dinner the other night, my four year old asked me how old God was. I, of course, launched into a theological discussion about the eternality of God and preexistence of Christ. Upon further reflection though, I realize why Nathan was really asking. We had spent the last weekend at a birthday party for my best friend who just turned 40. I’m not far behind. It turns out that Nathan wasn’t interested in the eternality of God so much as he was interested in figuring out who was older – God or Me. Like I said, you gotta love kids!