The Knitting Theologian

Yesterday morning, just as I was getting ready to step outside to say Morning Prayer on the patio, my four-year old niece, Sophie, came into my room and climbed up on my bed.

“Can I look at that God book?” she inquired.

Somewhat surprised, because I didn’t think she knew how to read, I passed over In Conversation with God, and watched as she leafed carefully through the pages.

“How can you read this book?” she demanded. “It doesn’t have any pictures! I better look at another one.” She put ICWG carefully aside and picked up the Liturgy of the Hours.

Figuring that I was going to have company for prayer time, I sat down and began the series of vocal prayers that I say each morning. When I finished, Sophie looked up at me.

“You better keep praying,” she advised. “I have a lot of books to go through.”

She reviewed each one of my prayer books. When she finished she shook her head, almost in disgust.

“Don’t any of these books have pictures?”

“Well, no,” I said. “I just read the words.”

Sophie shook her head, climbed off the bed, and wandered out. Prayer must look a lot different to a four-year old.

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