Spending time with my four year-old grandson Gabriel means that I become an instant authority on the way the world works – just for the day. “What do cars drink? Why can’t the cat eat my soft taco if he likes it? What is grandpa doing right now?” I am required to have some snappy answers ready for him – or a very convincing “I don’t know” that staunches the flow of further inquiry on a topic.
And then I wondered why kids get to ask all the cool questions. Here are a few of mine:
Why do cars like to drink four dollar-a-gallon gas?
Why does this cat like tacos, pizza and cream puffs?
When will it really, truly be spring (for a full week) in Chicago?
Will I kill the two tomato plants Gabriel and I planted today? (I have never harvested a tomato yet from any garden I’ve ever planted. Ever.)
Has American Idol jumped the shark this year?
Besides pastoring, what else can you use a Masters of Divinity degree for?
Will Hillary Clinton try for the Democratic nomination in a future election year she doesn’t get the position this time?
And one very serious one:
How do you pray for an entire country (like Myanmar) or a region (like the Sichuan province in China)?