The First Thing to Say to Jesus

Maddy, 6, was waxing philosophical and theological with her grandfather.

“Someday, I’m going to . . . YOU know. . .” and she stuck out her tongue sideways, and crossed her eyes looking up.

It was comical, but he tried not to laugh. “Oh, you mean . . . you’ll die?” he asked gently.

“Yeah. And they’ll put me in a box and throw dirt on me,” she informed him, matter-of-factly.

His face must have registered something negative, because she quickly added, “Oh, there’ll be lots of flowers and they’ll say words.”

“Words? And then what will happen?”

She stuck her arms out. “Then I’ll rise.”

“You’ll rise?”

“Yes. I’ll rise and go to heaven. It’ll look like an enormous, bo-bormous castle. And there’ll be Jesus, on a throne so wide you can’t see either end of it.”

“Will He see you?”

“Oh, yes. He’ll say, ‘Hi, Maddy!’”

“And what will you say?”

“I’ll say, ‘Hi, Jesus! Want to play me in some GOLF?!?!”

By Susan Darst Williams • • © 2019