I’ve figured out why religion came into being.
This just in time, as it turns out, because I’ve changed careers and am now a licensed (someday to be ordained) minister in the United Church of Christ. (If you’re snickering, stop. Programming nerds can TOO be pastors…it just means every third sermon we preach has a story line from BtVS, which I happen to think is a GOOD thing.)
At any rate, since I haven’t written AND I’ve been missing this space, I’m going to cheat. Below is an as-reported-in-real-time-Facebook-post of a conversation with my three-going-on-four-year-old daughter.
Here’s what this new pastor tells her kid when asked a serious theological question:
The Girl: Why did you say I couldn’t eat the cookie?
Me: Because you threw it on the ground.
Why did I do that?
Me: I have no idea. I think maybe you wanted to give it to the birds.
Did the birds want to eat it?
Me: Because they are hungry.
Why are the birds hungry?
Me: All creatures eat. Maybe they hadn’t had breakfast.
Why do creatures eat, Mom?
Me: They just do. They eat for energy.
But why do they EAT food, Mom? WHY?
Me: Because their bodies tell them they are hungry.
Why do their bodies tell them they are hungry?
Me: Because that’s how it works.
Why is that how it works?
Me: Because that’s the way Mama God made it.
Why did Mama God make it that way?
Me: Ask Her yourself. I can’t answer any more questions right now.
I’m sure that one day I’ll cringe at my lack of theological depth, but right now I’m feeling proud of my ability to stay in the WHY for as long as I did. That was at least 6 seconds, folks. And I didn’t go to my usual place of “why are you asking why????” as in: what exactly about my explanation of concrete mixers and the origin of sand don’t you understand?
What kind of spiritual wonderment is part of your parenting life? I’d love to hear from you!