The post below is actually a reprint off my (Lisa) personal blog from Thursday, April 03, 2008. I had a request to share this story with you.
So we were at Mass on Easter Sunday (2008)… Our 4 year old son leans over and asks me where’s Jesus. I’m thinking … is this a question about Jesus rising on Easter? I quietly tell Daniel that Jesus went back to heaven, but he is with us all the time. He says, “No, he’s not here, God’s here, but where’s Jesus?” Huh? What does that mean? We are in the middle of Mass and can’t have a whole conversation about this.
Daniel then points to the altar and says again, “God’s here, where’s Jesus”. A huge light bulb went off suddenly and I began to smile from ear to ear. For Easter Mass, the priest said Mass alone. There wasn’t a deacon by his side. Our sweet son was thinking the priest was God and the missing deacon was Jesus.
It’s those little moments you will cherish forever.