Saved by the Cross?

I just had what I feel was a beautiful and profound conversation with Andrew. We were saying his nighttime prayers, and he apparently remembered a previous conversation we had about the fact that Jesus saved him. He said, "Jesus saved me?" I replied, "Yes. Jesus saved you on the cross. That's why Mommy wears a cross on her necklace - so I don't ever forget." Andrew replied, "No, he didn't." I was slightly appalled and asked why he thought Jesus didn't save him. He sadly said, "Because I don't have a cross on my neck." I cleaned up this misconception as best as I could, explaining that at his baptism the priest drew a cross on his forehead, and as long as he loved Jesus and believed in him, then Jesus did save him. I also reminded him that he has a couple of crosses, but they're just not on a necklace. However, I was left a little stunned by this whole conversation. The innocence of a child raised as a Christian believing that Jesus didn't save him just because he isn't wearing a cross really translates for me all the adults who believe the same for such harder, personal, and often tragic reasons. If only giving them a cross would be enough to restore or find their faith.

Busy times...

So, I've not blogged in a month due to the fact that I started a new job, and that leaves no time. So...the updates.

Andrew has discovered a new sport called volleyball. Finally, my sport. Thank you, Olympics. We now play that in the living room over the soccer net.

Last night, we were watching the Democratic National Convention and Andrew asked, "Daddy, what's that?" Brian answered, "The Democratic National Convention." Andrew asked, "Do they have sports?" Later we pointed out Barack Obama, whom Andrew called Barack Obambam. That's right, he's reached an even younger, harder to reach demographic. 3 Year Olds for Obambam.

Meanwhile, Patrick lights up the world with his smile. We're not sure who he's voting for.

Stay tuned...I have lots to say once I find the time. :)