The Sad Story

For the last few week I've been telling the litte boy the Story. I mean THE Story. Ever since he was born I've been telling him that God made the moon and the sun and the bees and the trees, etc. He knows that that it gets dark at night because God makes the sun go down. But as I said above, last week I began telling him the story. So far we are through the six days of creation, the planting of the Garden in Eden, the making of Adam from dust, the naming of the animals, the making of Eve, the temptation and fall, the horrifying conversation. ( "Adam where are you?" "Who told you you're naked?" "Dust shalt thou eat".) Each night I tell a little bit more than I told the night before.

He can tell it with me now. I'll ask "what happens next?" He'll say "she eats the pretty tree". Or I'll ask "what work does Able do? " He'll answer "takes care of animals". And boy, you should here him describe the cherubim's flaming sword. All I said was that it was a flaming sword but the little boy has added all kinds swooshing and roaring of sound effects. It is very dramatic.

Saturday night we got to the part where God banishes Cain and Seth is born. The little boy said, "This is a sad story." I said, "Yep".
"Does it get happy?"
"Eventually, but first it gets sadder before it gets happy."
"When is it happy?"
"When Jesus comes".
"Oh."
I asked"Do you know what Jesus does when he comes?"
He excitedly answers"Tramples down death by death and upon those in the tombs bestowing life!"
"Yep, that's what he does. That's when it gets happy."
So we stopped telling the story, sang a few songs, and he fell asleep.

Tonight, when I asked him if he was ready for me to tell more of the story he said, "Just the happy part."