“Mummy, what does God look like?” said Rosie, my five-year old niece.
“Well no one really knows what he looks like, why don’t you draw a picture of what you think he looks like?” Rosie was excited by the answer her mother gave and off she went to draw God.
A little while later she came back with this:
I’ve been a bit ill recently with a bad back and my sister thought the picture would cheer me up.
I love that God is massive with open arms and a long black beard. I love that she felt the need to add people, perhaps to show how big God is as a scale comparison or perhaps to show God’s eyes were looking down towards them. Or maybe it was to show us that when coming face to face with the giant black-bearded God every one of those speech bubbles had just one word in it and that’s “Sorry!”. And God isn’t saying “that’s okay” or “Yeah well that was quite bad”. He’s saying (and this is the best bit!) “I love you people”.
It did cheer me up, thanks Rosie.