“Where was God?” I knew the question was coming. I could feel it. My son is a smart kid. I knew he wouldn’t let the death of an older former babysitter go without discussion. I welcome these questions. I don’t hide from them. I engage them directly. So, I replied, “Bart ate God.” Immediately, my son inquired, “Who is Bart?” Without hesitation, I offered, “Bart is a dinosaur that can teach us more about God than any book of scripture…because Bart is to blame for God’s failure to show up and help again and again. Bart keeps God from doing God’s work. This is what Bart looks like.” The look on his face left no doubt, my son had never met a dinosaur like Bart before.
Amen.
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