Decidedly ...
I've probably already talked about here, but I'm afraid of Jesus! Adolescence trauma resulting from listening to "Jesus of Nazareth! I hate anything that approaches near or far from a church or a priest. I hate it really. Needless to say that my children are not baptized and did not receive religious education from me. They have vaguely heard the name of Jesus in the Easter season and I do not remember too much what I told them about it actually ... The fact is that yesterday, the little neighbor across the street, which seems to have taken up residence in my living room (I'm scuppered!) Comes knocking at 8:45 in the morning knowing full well that we will pass day at the aquarium, but hey, I let go 10 minutes while I get dressed and finish lunch. He and Babe are playing pirates when suddenly a pirate dies!
Babe: The pirate is dead, then it will go to the stars (my great explanation of where you go when you die that has been severely tested during a visit to the cemetery, "Well there you go the stars or in the ground? ")
Little Neighbour: Well no, it is Jesus who comes to pick us up when we die!
Cocotine Babe and JESUS ?????
The two look at me m 'pleading to put an end to these lies Little Neighbor. ... I let him continue
Little Neighbor: Jesus will come for us all soon
Babe: Well no, it just goes in the stars when it is very old!
Little Neighbor: No, Jesus will come and pick us up soon.
Well it's going to do there
Me: Is not it what happens to you, but Jesus will pick one here and especially not soon and what will wait for Jesus to you, we, walruses are ahead!
Calvary!
I knew I should have been suspicious when I saw the giant crucifix in the living room of Little Neighbor!
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