Before I became a Christian, some of the stuff that I believed about being a Christian or Christianity in general was pretty comical. I was fortunate enough to date someone (who I later married) who knew a ton more about Christianity than I did, and could keep a straight face when I would ask some pretty crazy stuff.
But I know there are a lot of new Christians out there, as well as a lot of people who have questions about being a Christian, that may not feel comfortable asking their questions.
So here are just a few of the things I learned once becoming a Christian that were a surprise to me…
I remember one morning being woken up to the sound of my Mom whispering in my ear, “Guess what? It snowed last night so you don’t have school today!” Halfway still asleep I jumped up out of bed, ran to my bedroom window and just as I was pulling the blinds she laughed and said “April Fools!”. Ok. I don’t know about you, but I think that is the cruelest April Fools joke ever. I mean, don’t you remember as a kid hoping, wishing, praying that it would just snow? And when you watched the news hoping for the notice that school was out it was like you were watching for the winning lottery ticket number? It was that big of a deal. Then, in my case, only to find out that it really didn’t snow in April. And, in fact, I did have to go to school.
Someone that I’ve gotten to know well over the past year has the sweetest little girl named Kennedy Grace. I love to watch Miss Kennedy grow because she is exactly 1 year and 1 day older than my little girl, Mariclaire. To watch her and imagine that in exactly 1 year and 1 day, my baby girl will be walking around, saying things just like she does really blows my mind.
One of the cutest things that I’ve learned about Kennedy is that she is obsessed with Goldfish crackers. Kennedy has graduated from the baby room and is now in the toddler room of our OneLife Kidz. This is a big deal for her because unlike the baby room, toddlers have snack time. This sweet girl loves her Goldfish so much that when her Mom and Dad pull up to the high school for our service each week she yells “GoGo! GoGo!” … a.k.a. “I know where I am! Bring on the Goldfish!” Now don’t get me wrong. We are addressing this issue. I told her Mom that she’ll need to get that in check pretty soon because maybe instead of “GoGo! GoGo!” she should be yelling “Jesus! Jesus!” but for now we’ll take “GoGo”. Only kidding.