Sweet Girl was intrigued by the music we heard yesterday. Mandolin, fiddle, banjo and guitars!
Tonight she asked: "Why do they call it bluegrass music instead of greengrass music?"
How does one explain the color of the mountains?
And on the theology front: we were discussing the anniversary of a friend's baptism, and as usual, Sweet Girl wanted to hear all about what was done at her own baptism (she looks often at the photos from that day) as well as at her friend's. I always tell her that it was the day she joined the family of God, and it was a day that Mommy and Daddy stood up in front of our church and promised that we would teach her about Jesus and how much he loves her. I also explained that water was poured over her, and that she was marked with a sign of the cross. Thinking about all of this happening to her friend, she asked: "Is she still marked?"
Oh yes. Yes she is. And so is the Sweet Girl. And so are her Daddy and I. Not physically perhaps, but marked inwardly and forever with that sign of suffering and redemptive love. As the prayer book says, "marked as Christ's own forever."