5 years, 5 months.
To my surprise, this Halloween season has apparently sparked some theological discussions I barely feel qualified to answer.
I am assuming your recent questions have been inspired by all the Halloween decorations in our neighborhood, which include plenty of skeletons and ghosts.
My favorite question of yours:
“Daddy, how can a skeleton believe in Heaven?”
I’m pretty sure that you’ve been swapping the word “skeleton” for the word “person”, as you have asked me several times now, “Daddy, are we really just skeletons?”
The best I could explain it was that yes, we are skeletons, but the spirit inside of us makes us actually alive; that’s sort of like the ghost decorations you’ve been seeing. I went on to explain that basically, if you combine a skeleton and a ghost, that’s more like a real person.
You went along with my narrative, then followed up with, “But Daddy, how do the skeletons believe if they don’t have a brain?”
Good point. My logic involving skeletons and ghosts didn’t quite provide a reasonable enough explanation.
So I asked you, “Holly, do you believe in Heaven?”
You immediately shook your head, yes.
I responded, “Then that’s all that matters.”