My son has very convoluted theories when it comes to theology. Many an interesting philosophical conversation is held in the old family mini-van:
"I don't pray when I'm here. I pray when I'm up at Mammaw and Papa's because they make me, but when I'm back here, I don't."
"Why not?"
"Because Mammaw and Papa have more Bibles than we do. They have 10 Bibles and we only have 2, and they go to church a lot, and I don't go to church that much."
Donning my pedantic robes and setting aside my own confused perceptions of religion, I launched the following oration: "Vaughn, a relationship with God has nothing to do with how many Bibles you have or how often you attend church. It has nothing to do with things or places. It has everything to do with praying and talking to God." (Assuming, of course, there is a God.)
Long stretch of blissful silence.
"OH!...I GET IT!...God is the king of us because he's bigger than us, just like people who are big are the king of people who are little."
Yeah, something like that.
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