...or so said my daughter, who is 3 1/2, tonight. My wife has been taking the kids (my son's 2) to church fairly regularly for the past 9 months or so. Dad stays home and drinks coffee, reads the Economist, and listens to opera. not a bad deal. On easter, i was going to listen to Parsifal, which would have been appropriate, but it was too long and the weather too sunny to spend five hours w/ Wagner, so I opted for Trovatore instead. Good call! in any case, my daughter is completely obsessed with god and jesus. then again, she's obsessed with Glinda and Dorothy. We recently got her some "educational" toys that are supposed to help her with geometric shapes, and she was completely engrossed tonight. the last puzzle was hard, and sort of shaped like a cross (actually more like a trapezoid, but who am i to argue with a diva?). We were going to put it away, but she insisted, exclaiming, "No! I want to do the cross! Jesus got screwed, and I love Jesus!" Did i mention she sometimes confuses "nails" and "screws?" I'm mildly disconcerted by the whole obsession, but i suppose i shouldn't be worried. it's a very groovy, aggressively inclusive epsicopal church, and the other day she came home and announced "Daddy! Did you know Jesus had two dads?"
Jesus in a sense did get screwed. Screwed by the policital and religous elite, screwed by judiciary system of the day, screwed by the crowd and screwed by one of his 12 closest friends.
I LOVE this story. St Stephen's, or Palmer? Went to church on Easter Sunday. Peculiar experience. No room at the inn. Played on the playground with my smaller girl. Halfway in, she decides she wants to go to see Mom. I manage to distract/delay her for another 10 minutes, but she spies an elderly woman making an early exit at the side door and takes off. We narrowly avoid upsetting the communion proceedings as I am able to quickly locate "Mom" on the aisle, and point the heat-seeking-missle that way. I proceed to the patio again. Nice day. 5 minutes later, little one is back, wants lemonade. Avoid plague of other poor sap, who has child grap handful of hot coffee. Thank God I switched to tea, and already had my cup. Poor kid, had red streaks on his back. But encouraged by Mom to whine. Poor Dad, had to have Moms strip kid half naked on Easter Sunday just as early service let out. That had to hurt.
A couple of years ago, my 10 YO niece and her mother had occasion to be up front with the pastor (for some reason) at an Easter Sunday Service. The pastor made some complimentary remark about Katy's "beautiful" dress. Then he asked her if her mom liked it too. Katie replied: "Yeah, she likes it but she says it's the damndest dress to try and iron...."
my parents have lived in Africa since i was a 1yr old. At the age of 9 i was sent to Europe & initially enrolled in parochial school. Early on, i was not the best behaved or most diligent student; my guardian was asked to meet the headmaster to discuss the trouble i was having. As an example of my lack of discipline, the teacher told my african guardian, "Daedalus doesn't even know the date Jesus died!". She answered "Its not his fault, we didn't even know that boy was sick!"
well, little girlfriend is obsesssed with the whole cross thing, and she's named one of her dollies, "baby jesus." she concots elaborate scenarios with baby jesus, builds him a manger, and when my son knocks it over, will pick "jesus" up, and say "that's alright baby jesus, my brother didn't mean to hurt you! it was just an askident..."
I think your daughter's behavior it is pretty wierd, but then I don't really believe in organized religion...so, my opinion is pretty useless to you.
