“So when is Jesus coming to pick us up?” My four-year-old asked casually, sitting on the arm of the chair, licking her popsicle and watching tv.
“I’m sorry? What?”
She asked again: “When is Jesus picking us up?”
“Where did you even hear that?” I asked
“You said it last night.”
And that’s when I remembered my overwhelmed stress from the night before over the state of our society and the words “Jesus come quickly…”