"We played a game at play time today, the Poison Apple Game."
Oh yea? How do you play that game?
"Well, Joe* had an apple and he gave it to me and I ate it and then I fell down."
You ate a poisoned apple? And then you fell down?
"No. I didn't eat a poison apple!"
No, no, no I know you didn't eat a real poison apple - but in the game you ate a pretend poison apple? And then it killed you?
"Yea! It was just pretend."
Oh, okay, so then what?
"Joe prayed for me and I got up!"
Wow! So Jesus healed you?
"Yep. He prayed for me and Jesus got me up!"
// Let me never take for granted that my child, at three years old, thinks miracles of rising the dead and supernatural healing are such a normal part of life that it becomes a playground game. //
*name changed for privacy