Well, today I sat in service with Gladimy (5) sitting at my left and Leonard (4) on my lap. The sanctuary was packed with quake survivors all fanning themselves with their eyes fixed on the pastor. We listened as the pastor talked about the earthquake two years ago. He shared the stories of those who lost their lives and those who were spared with injuries. He went on to preach about the favor and grace that God had on those in the room, having protected them. The message continued and he started to talk about eternity:
Le nou mouri kote nou prale? (When you die where are you going?)
Within the same moment Gladimy peeps up and says,
"Nan syel la!" (To heaven!)
"Um oops!",I thought, as heads turned to look at the little boy in the back who actually answered the question that was clearly rhetorical!
It was both humorous and nifty at the same time. I hugged Gladimy - who didn't realize, until after he blurted out, that he wasn't supposed to answer the question. Gladimy knows where he's going when he dies. Do you?
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