Last night, J read me a little thing she wrote for school. It said, “I will miss this school after I leave next year. I have learned so much about Jesus here and it’s helped me in my everyday life.”We aren’t Catholic, but Christian, nonetheless. J has been at this school a long time, and the influence of the nuns and their teachings are evident in her drawings of Christ. She draws him on the cross and dots his hands and side red with blood. I never drew pictures of Jesus, despite my parsonage upbringing. I wonder what J thinks of Jesus. Is He real to her – and more importantly – is He love? I was told for more than 30 years that Jesus loved me, but didn’t *know* it for myself until Thanksgiving Day 1999. That’s a long story for another day!