Sometimes you end up in weird conversations with kids. Like last night after Jacob & i read a children's story book about the sinking of the Titanic. When it came time to pray the chat went like this:
Jake: Don't forget to pray for the survivors of the Titanic.
Me: Jake, they all died years ago.
Jake: No the survivors, the ones who didn't die, the ones who were saved and went to New York. (He had a little frustration in his voice)
Me: Dude, that was years ago and all the survivors grew old and died.
Jake: No, i mean the ones in the lifeboats.
Me: Dude, i mean them too, this thing happened years and years ago.
Jake: Well we can still pray for them.
Me: We don't pray for the dead.
Jake: Why not?
Me: Because they're dead, we're reformed, and we don't pray for the dead.
Jake: "Lord we pray for the survivors of the Titanic . . ."