Frank made me another blog but I can’t figure out how to use it. I should learn since he went to all that trouble.
Anyway, Dylan asked me the other day if God isn’t made, how can He be real. I wish I remembered his exact words. Everything in the world is made, so why isn’t God? Didn’t God’s mommy make him? Uhhhh…. I just said that that’s what makes God so special.
More recently, Dylan said he didn’t want God around because He “puts our poo poo in jail.” I think he’s talking about punishment of sin. Already Dylan’s having issues with God. He’s such a control freak. At soccer this week, he said he wanted to be the coach, not one of the kids. Ack.