Gasoline

Driving back from church a little earlier this evening, Abigail and I had the following conversation. Now, admittedly, this is not a word for word transcription. However, I believe every phrase is an accurate representation of what was said… I just can’t remember every single phrase spoken.

Jay: Abigail, who does God save?

Abigail: All who have faith in Jesus.

J: That’s right! And do you know what it means to have faith in Jesus?

A: What.

J: It means to trust Jesus to forgive your sins, and to pay the penalty for your sins. That sort of thing.

A: But Dad… Dad, I think I have a bubble in my tummy, so we probably shouldn’t talk anymore.

J: What???

A: I have a bubble in my tummy and it doesn’t feel good. I think I have gasoline. Gasoline… that’s no fun. Dad do you have gasoline in your tummy sometimes?

J: Uh, well, something like that…

A: Once, when I was three, I had gasoline, but then I made a putt putt and felt better.

3 Replies to “Gasoline”

  1. Wow. These are the moments that Jack Handey would remember if he were a theologian. Katie’s parents are thoroughly enjoying Abigail’s forays into the metaphysical!

    Keep ’em coming…

  2. Right, you go over the time limit and this is what happens. Of course, if the quality stays this high, perhaps it will motivate you to keep extending catechism time…

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