Getting to Heaven as visioned by 5 yr olds.

[Fredfredson]

Getting to Heaven as visioned by 5 yr olds.


I was testing the children in my Sunday school class to see if they understood the concept of getting to heaven.

I asked them, "If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into Heaven?"

"NO!" the children answered.

"If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the yard, and kept everything neat and tidy, would that get me into Heaven?"
Again, the answer was, "NO!"

By now I was starting to smile. Hey, this was fun!

"Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave candy to all the children, and loved my husband, would that get me into Heaven?" I asked them again.

Again, they all answered, "NO!"

I was just bursting with pride for them.

Well, I continued, "then how can I get into Heaven?"

A five-year-old boy shouted out,

"YOU GOTTA BE DEAD."

[Francois Cellier]

:lol

It's a bit early though. According to Piaget, the concrete operational stage of development (http://www.psych.ualberta.ca/~mike/Pearl_Street/Dictionary/contents/P/piaget's_stages.html) starts around age 6 or 7.

[Francois Cellier]

This reminds me of a story that actually took place.

When I was a graduate student at ETH Zurich, we had a tradition of meeting once a week, always on Wednesdays from 10-11 for an "Institute's Coffee." We had a fairly large room in the Department that wasn't used for anything but that Wednesday's coffee meeting.

Not only the professors and assistants participated regularly in this event, but also the former professor, my PhD advisor's PhD advisor.

One day, this gentleman came in, smiling over his entire face and beaming with energy. He wanted to tell us all about his latest news. The previous weekend, he had celebrated his 80th birthday. It had been a big party, in which his three sons, his grandchildren, and his great grandchildren all participated.

During the event, one of his great granddaughters, a girl six years of age, approached him and said: "Great grandfather, now you must die." He turned to the little girl, and asked her, why he now had to die. So she told him that she and her two brothers had placed a bet on who among the old folks would die next, and she had bet on him.

The old gentleman found that story hilarious ... especially, because he was able to observe the face of the father of that little girl, who stood just next to her, and who wanted to disappear in the ground.

[Fredfredson]

:lol

Kids Gotta Love 'em!

F
:pooter

[cwinton]

My mother told me a story of when I was 3 or 4 and riding in the shopping cart in the grocery store. While waiting in line, I pointed and shouted, "Oooohhhh, she's dirty!"

My mom turned to see a black woman with her jaw on the floor.

I got my first slap.