“Do you know why like fireworks?” C asked from the backseat on our way home the other night.

“No, why?” I replied.

“Because they remind me of Jesus.”

“What do you mean by that?”

‘Well, before the fireworks begin it is very dark out. It’s like when Jesus died on the cross and everyones’ hearts were dark. But then he rose from the dead and there was this bright light in peoples’ hearts, just like when the fireworks go off!”

Out of the mouths of babes, my friends, out of the mouths of babes.