I was preparing dinner one afternoon when five-year-old Joseph came running up to me with a serious
look on his face. He was always full of energy and mischief but he also had a delightful spirituality that was not taught but inborn. Once again, David had another theological question for me,
“Mum, does Mary live in my heart?”
I did some fast thinking. “Heaven is within us and Mary is in heaven”, I thought, so I answered,
“Yes sweetie, Mary is in your heart.”
Joseph sighed, content with my answer.
“I guess that means God is in my feet.”
I laughed silently. This was a very theologically correct concept since God is our foundation. I had no idea what went on in his head after my answer but I soon found out.
It was about a week later, when all the kids who were old enough (and one who wasn’t really old enough), were playing hide and go seek.
When Joseph pinched his toe with a closet door, he ran up to me again. This time he was sobbing. Although I tried to calm him down, while he sat on my knee, he wouldn’t stop crying. Finally, I tried to reason with him,
“Joseph, you are fine. Look- there isn’t even any blood. There will be just a little bruise.”
“I know”, he cried,” but Jesus is in there !!”