dear pratt.

dear pratt,

today in sunday school, you colored jesus.  purple.  fine by me.  i think jesus would be fine with it.  i think he'd just be glad you colored.  you aren't always the biggest crayon fan.

in our sunday school, we talked about paul and the book of romans.  and we were in chapter 8.  and i can't remember the exact verse, but one of the guys in the class brought up an old sermon he remembers.  our former pastor, george, gave a sermon one morning where he posed the question, "how would you feel if you got to heaven...and EVERYONE was there."

by everyone, he meant everyone.  


i've never thought about that exact question.  but your daddy and i have had lots of discussion about whether or not we really believe in hell.  the problem for me lies in the many people who never hear about Jesus.  it's a loaded thought.  one that i won't get into here.  we can talk more about it later.

but dad and i wonder about those people with mental illness.  the ones who maybe commit those crimes because of, or due to...their mental state.  something they may not be able to help.

and so it's hard to imagine that they wouldn't be allowed in...when they are stripped of their earthly bodies. and left as spirits.

and of course, there's the whole, "a sin is a sin" thing.  my sin is equal to their sin.  which is hard to fathom.  but that's what we are taught.

anyway, i just wanted to get that question down.  because it's a good one.  and i can't wait for the day that me, you, max and daddy sit around the dinner table talking about the important stuff.  the stuff that will stretch your mind.

my dad always stressed the importance of seeing both sides.  being able to argue both sides.  that's probably the attorney in him.  but i think he's right.  it goes back to putting yourself in someone else's shoes.  and that's always a good thing.

i love you.  and you...you love to ride with daddy in the ranger.  and you love ace too.

xoxo, mommy.