Logan climbed up into his bunk bed and lay down to go to sleep. I crawled into the bottom bunk to keep him company until his brother came to bed. As I lay there listening, the room began to fill with the usual chatter about video games and Pokeman. My participation was limited by requirement. A well timed, "Really," was all that was necessary. Then the conversation took a turn.
"Dad, can God talk to us?" Logan asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"Has he ever talked to you?"
"Not so that I can hear him speaking," I said.
"Is God black or white?" he inquired.
"I don't know, sweetheart," I said.
"Is He male or female?"
Um.
"Male."
There was a pause.
"Dad, does God look like Harry Potter?"
- 20 April 2015
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