Today's conversation started with, "when will all of the people in the world die? what happens next?" Because I didn't want to have a whole apocalypse discussion, I said, "that will never happen because there are always new babies being born." Which brought us to what seemed to be the heart of his questions -- what happens to us when we die? I told him that we don't know for sure, and I listed the three options that popped into my head: our souls go to heaven, our souls go into other new bodies (people, animals), and nothing. Nothing happens because we are dead. He asked which one I believed, and I told him (I'm kind of an 80/20 gal on this issue). I asked him what he believed, and although he was initially excited about the thought of being a dog (he is SO in love with our doggie), he got quiet and said he'd need to think about it a little more. And then he ran ahead to push his brother out of the snowbank he got lodged into.
I love these talks. I love how spontaneous they start and how quickly they end. I am so thankful that these kids keep me on my toes.
I love those talks, too.
ReplyDeleteAnd I think it feels a little chilly for a THAW. brrrrr.
(maybe it's the wind?)
My oldest is prone to these heavy talks--his younger brothers not so much. They often take me off guard.
ReplyDeleteI do have to say I find it amusing how some of my most rabid pro-life friends believe in reincarnation. I wonder how they reconcile two such oppositional beliefs.
This cold...only 3 more months, right?