On the way to get my pickup tested at the local vehicle emissions station today, my 3 year old grandson Andrew commented, “It’s a beautiful day Grandpa.”

“Yes it is, God blessed us with this day,” I said.

“Where is God?” Andrew asked.

I thought to myself, “Wow, what a deep question for a 3 year old, this kid is smart.” Then I said, “God is in heaven, and He’s everywhere. He’s invisible. He blessed us with this day, and the clouds, and the sun, and the sky, and the trees.”

“Is God in our hearts?” he asked.

“Man,” I thought to myself, “this kid is really smart. Maybe he’ll be the next Dietrich Bonhoeffer.” I said, “God also came as a man, and he died for us, because you and I and everybody does things that are wrong sometimes, so the man who came from God died to pay for those wrong things we do, so we can be with God in heaven.”

“Is God in my heartbeat?”

Now I’m thinking, “Wow, ‘God in my heartbeat,’ that’s poetic, what an insight, maybe I’m talking to the next Billy Graham!”

My answer, “He will live in your heart, if you ask Him to.”

Grandson, “Grandpa?”

Me, “Yes?”

Grandson: “My leg is a part of a robot.”

Sigh.