Last night I was talking to my son about God. (I know that the proper name for God is Allah, but for some reason, I feel more comfortable referring to Our Creator as “God.”) We were reading a Curious George book about the Dinosaur Museum. George goes with The-Man-With-The-Yellow-Hat to a digging site and while George is getting into mischief, he creates a rockslide and accidentally uncovers a collection of dinosaur bones.
At the end of the book, there is a picture of the dinosaur bones all linked together to represent the dinosaur, with a photo of the actual dinosaur named “Georgosaurus.”
We looked at that picture, and Kareem asked me what those “holes” were in the skull, which led me to explain to him that our bodies are made up of bones, that these are our ribs, this is your leg bone, these are the bones in your fingers, in your hands, and even your head has its own bone – the skull. He asked if our ears have bones and if his neck had bones, and we talked about how muscles are attached to the bones, and if we didn’t have bones, we’d be a big lump of jello pudding.
Then I explained that God made our bodies – our skin and our bones and our muscles. At that point, he said “we should thank God.” I said, “You’re absolutely right, we should thank God. Go ahead, tell God thank you.” He said, “How?” and I said, “You just say it. God will hear you.” “Out loud?” he asked. “Yes,” I told him.
He said, “Thank you, God.” We talked a little more about how God is everywhere and He sees everything. How he is close to us, very, very close. That He doesn’t sleep because He never gets tired.
We’ve never talked like this before about God. I’ve mentioned God to him, but we never discussed the idea of God this in depth. For a moment I worried it’s confusing for him, the concept of an all-powerful Creator. But something tells me he gets it.