When you are quarantined for weeks on end like us, you sometimes get a wee bit stir-crazy. One night, the kids were literally bouncing off the walls (and us) when Jamie attempted to calm them down.
“I am going to tell you a story about Jesus,” he announced.
Both kids immediately plunked themselves down beside him in a gesture no less miraculous than the story of the loaves and the fishes.
“Jesus was on a boat with his disciples and fell asleep. Suddenly, a great storm came and his scared disciples woke him up and said ‘Don’t you care that we’re going to die?’”
Both kids gazed at him in awe as if he were Jesus Himself.
“And Jesus arose and said to the sea, ‘Peace, be still.’ And do you know what? He calmed the seas.”
There was a long pause as the kids reflected upon the story and then in silent unison, they both leapt on top of Jamie and started take him down.
Jamie: [Authorititvely:] “Children: PEACE, BE STILL.”
No reaction whatsoever as their abuse continued.
Me: [Stating the obvious]: “I hate to say it but you’re no Jesus, Jamie.”
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