Sunday, April 12, 2009

I'm forgetting...

He told the following story about a young couple who had one little boy and a new baby. The little boy wanted to be left alone with the baby, but the parents were afraid. They had heard of jealous children hitting new siblings, and they didn't want the baby hurt. 

"No, no," they said. And "Not yet."

And also: "Why do you want to be with him? What are you going to do?"

"Nothing. I just want to be alone with him."

He begged for days. He was so insistent that the parents finally agreed. There was an intercom in the baby's room. They decided that they could listen, and if the baby cried, if the little boy hit the baby, they could rush into the room and snatch the infant up. So, the little boy went in, approached the crib. Alone. 

He came up to the newborn baby, and over the intercom they heard him whisper, "Tell me about God. I'm forgetting."

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Happy Easter everyone! :)

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