“I feel sad for Jesus,” my son said. We were visiting the church, and I hadn’t noticed that he was gazing up at the crucifix. Startled by his honesty and worried that the violent scene would upset him, I found myself rushing past his emotion. “Don’t worry, baby—Jesus is in heaven with God now.”
On Not Rushing Past the Pain
On Not Rushing Past the Pain
On Not Rushing Past the Pain
“I feel sad for Jesus,” my son said. We were visiting the church, and I hadn’t noticed that he was gazing up at the crucifix. Startled by his honesty and worried that the violent scene would upset him, I found myself rushing past his emotion. “Don’t worry, baby—Jesus is in heaven with God now.”