GOOD FRIDAY

I didn't think all the "propaganda" of Good Friday- songs in the radio you only hear this week, TV shows, the endless e-mail FWD's- would get to me, but it did this morning. I don't know if everyone has this, but I have suffered (?) for as long as I can remember with VIVID, realistic day dreams (ask me sometime, I've got some freaky ones). As I was driving my 4-year-old to preschool this morning, I was listening to some old Sandy Patty song on what was otherwise, up until this point, a fairly good radio station. I got this really vivid flash of Christ being beaten (thanks Mel), and I swear I almost wrecked the car. I was upset, and trying to cover it up. Anna, having no idea what was going on, asked me why I was listening to this song. I gave her a short little explanation about it being Good Friday, and I wanted to listen to this kind of music today (knowing for sure that she had no idea what I was talking about, but hoping she would let it rest- if you have kids this age, you know what I mean). To this generalization she replied, "Oh I know, on Good Friday the bad guys put Jesus on the cross, and he died. That lady cried (Mary)." I was stunned. I asked her where she learned that- I know I didn't tell her- I was sure she wouldn't get it. "In church on Sunday", she said. Again, shock. Wow, shock #1 was that she knew the significance of the day, and shock #2 was that an almost complete stranger had explained it to her, not me. Come on dad, step it up. "It's OK dad", she said, "He's better now. He went to heaven." WOW. I give up- the child is a genius, or a theologian, or both. Sorry Lord, how careless I've been with her.