"Is that a good church, Mom?" she asked, pointing out the window.
"Well, what do you mean by a good church, Molly?"
"I mean do they preach good things about God there?"
I shared with Molly what I knew of the church but told her that I'd not been to a worship service there so I couldn't answer her fully. As always, it was enlightening to get to hear a bit of what was going on in her mind—to catch a glimpse of what she is thinking as we tool about town doing our normal things. I was just beginning to wonder why, out of the blue, Molly was asking about churches besides our own when she added a thought which explained everything.
"I need to know about these things Mom, so that I will know which church to take my kids to someday."
I grinned and looked forward to telling my Man, my preacher-Man, all about this conversation. It became as fun as I'd imagined it was going to be when he said indignantly, "Is there some reason, I wonder, why she wouldn't just bring her family to our church?"
"She's seven," I reminded him, "you've got a year or two to win her loyalty…"
Preachers…sometimes they can be sooooo sensitive.
From Easter Sunday…back in the day when Molly still attended church with us.
