I can see Jesus from here.
I can. Really!
He’s wearing a long flowing white robe with a deep purple wrap thing. With his arms down in a “coming down from on high” pose and rotating elbows, he’s quite charming. But what really gets me? Gliding action. He just “floats” across any hard surface. It’s a bit creepy. Makes me envision: “This is the Dweaad Piwate Wobewts. I am coming fo youw SOOUULLL!!!” as Andre the Giant is dressed in a holocaust robe, set on fired, and wheeled in on a cart pushed by half-dead Wesley and the OCD Indigo as they seek to free Buttercup. And exact revenge. Although not necessarily in that order.
Love that movie.
Last week Connor bought me a plastic Jesus. Well, first he called to ask if he could. “Heidi, I don’t want to be disrespectful”, he said. Since Connor is A) 10, B) totally into action figures and C) not a believer?
Think about it… You are 10. You love to get gifts of “action figures” and you want to give a present to someone you like?
Well you get them the action figure of the “super hero” they are TOTALLY into!!!
In my case, Jesus.
There are a bazillion jokes I immediately came up with and all of them are probably offensive. While caving the other day I took a picture of my new little action figure as “the light at the end of the tunnel”. Groan. Chortle?
I considered setting him on the steering wheel and then captioning, “Jesus took the wheel”.
But what’s been rattling most around in my head is wondering if I am giving Connor more of a concept of Jesus than just one more super hero? One more bigger than life person? One more “good person” in a slew of “good people”?
I don’t know. I don’t really have any answers. We just keep having him over, keep talking about the Lord in front of him, keep being the safe family he’s always welcome to buddy up to. I’ll keep praying for him, over him, at him. Near him. 😉
At least I’ll have plastic Jesus to remind me.
Gliding across my desk…
Coming to take my souuulll….