Twisted Theology

As we sat down to a lunch of reheated Papa Murphy's pizza this afternoon, I reached for the kids' hands to say our prayer. It's a simple one which goes like this:

Come Lord Jesus, be our guest, and let your gifts to us be blessed. Amen.

However, when the kids lead the way, it sounds more like, "Calorjesbeagessanletchorgifstousbeblessamen.

I decided to slow them down a bit after we'd speed-prayed and asked them if they knew what our prayer meant. They looked at me with spoonfuls of applesauce in their mouths and said nothing.

"When we pray, we're asking Jesus to be with us while we eat and for him to bless everything he gives us, including our food," I said.

Our three-year-old responded, "And we can't see him because he's in the wall."

Her brother quickly corrected her. "No, we can't see him because he's dead."

"Yeah," said little sis. "A dead guy in the wall."

Not quite my point, but at least I got them thinking about it.