Wednesday evening is Kid Nation night. We try to watch that without fail. It’s a good show that we can watch together as a family and the kids love to see other kids running a town on their own. It’s a chance to hear how our children feel about what is being done in Bonanza City, what they would do differently, how they would handle different situations, and generally get inside their heads without having to ask all those pesky questions that seem to discombobulate them so badly.
During one commercial break there was a promo for the movie “The Golden Compass.” I was telling My Dearest Husband that I had recently gotten an email stating the opinion that in this movie they were trying to kill God. Princess Bella pops up with the following reply, “That’s stupid! God’s already dead! They can’t kill him if he’s already dead! DUH!”
My head was swimming. I got slightly dizzy with all the thoughts, fears, assumptions, and questions that were simultaneously vying for attention. My delightfully reasonable reply to her statement was “Say what?”
“Oh yes! You see when people start talking about God, I start listening! I stop wiggling around, sit still with my hands in my lap and listen real careful when they start talking about God.” I’m still waiting to hear the part where He’s dead. It isn’t coming clear to me yet so, against my better judgement, I have to ask. “Bella, what makes you think God is dead?”
(Long suffering sigh accompanied by rolling of the eyes) “Because he is in Heaven. You can’t get into Heaven unless you’re dead. I heard this in church because I listen. I pay attention. Maybe if you went to church more and paid more attention YOU would know that God was already dead too, Gammie.”
I was at a total loss for words. Her logic was stunning. It didn’t faze her one bit to think that God was dead. The fact that a dead God was in Heaven with all her dead loved ones, just waiting on her to get there one day was comforting for her. It made perfect sense to her.
I’m sure we’ll discuss this more at a later date. She will not suffer my ignorance for long. In the meantime, I’ll have to talk to some of my friends with ministerial credentials, do some research, knock back a few beers, and generally prepare myself for it. Because to be completely honest with you, I’m not really sure I’m up for the task. She might just take me down.
In the realm that God inhabits, is there any difference between life and death? For God they could just be a state of mind. They could be different levels of thought, or place, or feeling. Who knows? I feel like I’m going into a battle of wits totally unarmed. Maybe……..if she brings the subject up again I’ll just point up into the sky and shout, “LOOK! It’s a flock of turtles!” Then run away.
That might work, right?