At Easter Sunday in 2008, our then 4 year old son leans over and asks me where’s Jesus? I’m thinking … is this a question about Jesus Rising on Easter? I quietly tell him Jesus went back to heaven, but he is with us all the time. He says, “No, he’s not here, God’s here, but where’s Jesus?” Okay. Now what? We are in the middle of Mass and can’t have a whole conversation.
He then points to the altar and says again, “God’s here, where’s Jesus”. A huge light bulb went off suddenly and I began to smile from ear to ear. For Easter Mass, our pastor said Mass alone. There wasn’t a deacon by his side. Our sweet son was thinking the priest was God and the missing deacon was Jesus.
It’s those little moments you will cherish forever.
Copyright 2010 Lisa Jones