From the mouth of babes. . .
April 15, 2002
Saturday I awakened with a feeling of dread. The day held only the promise of numbers, forms, coffee and the pain of seeing my money go into the black hole that is the government coffers.
Before getting started with the process of finishing up my tax forms, I sat down to have breakfast with my family. The kids were excited! Emma looked forward to a birthday party that day and Jonathan was just excited because Emma was—not to mention that he was getting to eat.
Emma had been learning how to use the Wordless Book. If you are familiar with the little book with no words that tells a person how to get to heaven, then you know that the book uses colors to tell the story of salvation. If you aren't familiar with the book, check out the link at the bottom of the article. You might want to do so before you continue reading--otherwise you won’t get it.
In the midst of all the excitement I said, "Emma, daddy has to finish his taxes today." She replied, "What are taxes?" Hmmmmm, how was I going to put this in terms a four year old could understand? "Taxes are where men far away take our money and don't give it back to us." (Okay, so maybe it was a little over-simplistic and tinged with just a little bit of bitterness, but remember it was my day for torture!)
Emma paused with a puzzled look on her face that seemed to say, "Why do they do that?" Then she said as a matter-of-fact, "Well, Jesus will get our money back and then he will wash the bad men white as snow."
Ah, the uncomplicated trust of a child. Her simple statement reminded me that there is a far greater debt that I once owed. They say that nothing is sure but death and taxes. Well, the good news is that at the end of the story, He takes care of both of them.
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