When my son was in preschool, he was always trying to stump Mommy. He’d ask me questions about everything from science to philosophy to why some dogs have “cat ears,” fully expecting me know the answers. As I wrote in “Stop Second-Guessing Yourself: The Preschool Years,” he asked:
“Are there potties in Heaven?”
My answer: “Yes, and there are no lines for the ladies’ room.”
“What else is invisible besides air?” he questioned.
My answer: “Wonder Woman’s airplane. And hydrogen.”
“Do taxes hurt?” he wondered.
My answer: “Yes. Yes, they do.”
Now that he’s in high school, however, he has upped the ante on his questions. Only this time, I’m not entirely sure how to answer one in particular:
“Why do you believe in God?”
Turns out, he has been pondering this question for some time, especially now that he’s taking confirmation classes at church. And I applaud him for thinking this through before he decides whether or not to complete the program.
I did my best to answer him, rambling about hope and faith and comfort, and how there are no atheists in foxholes or on oncology wards, at least based on what I experienced in the latter. I told him what God meant to me, but he still has questions.
He told me he’d searched for answers on the Internet but didn’t find an adequate answer, so I offered to help him. I hope you’ll help out, too, by sharing your answers here and then passing it along. The more answers, the more he has to think about. Perhaps your kids are wondering the very same thing, too.
Tell us: Why do you believe in God? (Or why don’t you?)
As for potties in Heaven, he no longer seems to care. But I still stand by my Wonder Woman answer.