Son #1 has been particularly interested in the biblical account of the crucifixion — from the Garden of Gethsemane to the Ascension and Second Coming.
He enjoys reenacting each story.
“Hey, Dad, let’s go to my room and tell the story of Jesus on the cross!”
“Let’s do it in the living room.”
“But the tomb is in my room.” He has a tent in his room that serves double duty as a tent and a hollowed-out rock.
We went into his room, and he played the lead character.
He started praying in a loud whisper, “Father, take this cup and fill it up. And please drink it.”
I stood there, watching the scene unfold.
“Dad!”
“Huh?”
“You’re supposed to yell at me to get on the cross.”
“Oh, okay.” I mustered my grouchiest voice, “Get on the cross, Jesus.”
He walked over the wall between the closet door and the door to his room, which was open. He can stretch his arms out and reach both door knobs. He rested his hands on top of them.
He looked up at the ceiling, “Father, forgive them. They won’t be good. God bless ’em.”
He looked at me. I looked at him.
“Dad!”
“What?”
“You’re supposed to put me in the tomb.”
“Get in the tomb, Jesus. My back is hurting, and I don’t feel like carrying you over there.”
He walked over to the tent, er, tomb, and laid down. Then he stood up with a sarcastic smile on his face and looked at me.
“Dad!”
“What?”
“You’re supposed to be blinded by the light. Put your hand over your eyes.”
I obliged.
“I am now out of the tomb and will be going to my Father, you rotten guards.” He walked across the room, which was supposed to be the Ascension.
I waved, “Okay, goodbye, Jesus.”
He turned halfway around, “Goodbye, Earthlings.”
He stood over against the wall for a few seconds, then started coming back toward me: the second coming.
I said, “Back so soon?”
He said, “I’m back and better than ever!”
And that was the entire production, through which I laughed out loud innumerable times.
to the cast and crew,
– Caleb
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