At Mass yesterday night, during the consecration, I was walking around in the back of the Church with a whiny toddler. I was frustrated and helplessly trying to explain to her in simple words what exactly was happening at the alter.
She cut me off mid sentence, looking up and pointing at the crucifix and said “who’s dat”?
I quietly told her that it was Jesus up on the cross.
She smiled and teasingly said, “no mama, baby Jesus over there” pointing to the nativity scene directly behind us.
She then looked back up to the crucifix and said, “mama, no baby Jesus, dat ouchie boy”.
I smiled and told her that the baby in the nativity was baby Jesus when he was little, then he grew up to be a big Jesus like the one on the cross. Then as simply as I could explain to a 2 year old, I told her that big Jesus got an ouchie up on the cross to help us be good people and go to heaven. She looked at me puzzled for a minute…
I thought that I had obviously done a terrible job at explaining this extremely complex topic.
Then at the top of her lungs she yelled, “No Jesus ouchie! ‘Cargine’ alright!” Then she more calmly stated, “Cargine fix Jesus, Jesus all better”. (Note: “Cargine” is what she calls herself)
The usher turned around and smiled at me and understood exactly what had just taken place. – A 2 year old understood perfectly who Jesus is and what he did, perhaps better than me.