While driving along in the car today to a hill, where we were going to go for a walk and play football, Toby, our nearly 3 year old, said:

“God built the hill”. You see we are doing a good job … however He chose to do it, clearly the hill was something that God built. So yes Toby, you are right, God built the hill, and the moon, the stars, and he painted the sky.

All going swimmingly. You are doing a great with your son, Rupert. He knows that God built the hill. Hey, I’m the man! Next question from Toby:

“Who is God, daddy?”.

Stuck. Stumped. No words. Not a thought. Nearly crashed the car. I do this for a living: try and help people understand God, to know God, to explain him to others, to help people see Him for themselves. What do I say? A crucial moment in my son’s development :-), and I haven’t got a clue how to explain to Toby who God is? So, thinking about impressed Toby was the other day at my painting our dining room ceiling or sky (as Toby calls it), I said God is a kind of Big Daddy. I know, not very good; not the best description that you could come up with (and all I could think of was the wrestler from a few years ago, always winning against Giant Haystacks), but it is all I could think of in the moment (what would you have said???). A kind of Big, Huge, Ginormous Daddy to all the people in the world.


Toby sat and thought for a moment and said:

“I like God”.

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