Poor God

My grandson and I have some of our most interesting conversations in the morning while he is drinking his coffee and I am doing dishes. I am close to him but not looking at him. It seems to make those "hard" conversations a little easier.

Anyway, it was Thursday morning a week ago. On Wednesday nights, I teach 5th grade C.F.C.(Christian Formation Classes) at my church and he attends the 2nd grade class at the same church.

I asked him what he had learned the previous evening and he told me that they learned about saints. I asked him what saints were and he told me that they were holy people who were dead. Close enough for a 7 year old.

He asked me what my class had learned the previous evening. I told him that we were learning about how God "is now, was then, and always will be."

He thought about this for a minute and then, just like my class, asked me who made God. I told him that God wasn't made - that He always has been.

Lil man asked me if God made Himself out of dust. I explained that that was impossible since God, already in existance, made the dust. I told him that some things are not understandable, that you just have to have faith.

He said OK.

A couple of minutes later, he asked about God's mom. Didn't God's mom exist before God?

I explained to him that while Jesus was born of Mary, God had no mother.

His answer?

"Poor God!"

but lucky, lucky me.