Now that “Em” and I live closer to church, we’ve walked to Sunday worship the past two weeks. It’s a little over a mile and a half from our house, so it gives us about 30 minutes of uninterrupted talk time. And being that it’s Sunday morning, most of our talks end up being centered around faith, belief and religion.
This morning’s talk started out with Em asking why cheetahs were so fast. We talked about evolution, revisiting the topic for the second time. And as with the first time we talked about evolution, we talked about creation. And it basically boiled down to God, Jesus and the Spirit knowing all the answers to our questions.
And that led us into the discussion of whether God, Jesus and the Spirit are the same or separate. Did God send His only Son to the earth to be sacrificed for our sins, or was it really God in a form we could better understand?
Em struggled to imagine how God could be God and Jesus at the same time. And I racked my brain for an explanation that a 7-year-old could understand. It’s not like I could have her imagine an amoeba or a cell splitting into two identical but different pieces.
And then the image of cookie dough popped into my head. If you take a handful of dough out of the mixing bowl, it’s still dough, just a different size, a smaller version of the whole that it came from. And when you put it back into the mixing bowl, it’s part of the whole and after you mix and knead it, you can’t tell where the little piece was pulled from. It’s all the same.
So, Em and I are pretty sure God is a bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough.