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Grandma visits Jesus

My grandmother, my kids' great grandmother, came to visit yesterday. She's 82, but still full of life and has a busier schedule than most 25-year-olds I know.

She called on Friday and asked to come visit to her great-grandchildren. I'm happy to say, my kids absolutely love her.

Before she arrived I was getting the kids excited. My son Jason had painted a picture of a camel and wanted me to have it. I told him he might want to give the painting to Grandma, because she has seen a real camel. He seemed very surprised, so I told him he should ask Grandma about all the amazing trips she has taken. I told him he she has traveled all over the world.

"She even has seen where Jesus lived." I told him.

"But Jesus lives in heaven." He said, puzzled.

"But when Jesus was born, he lived on earth, and was born in a place we now call Israel. Grandma visited Israel last year. You should ask her all about it." I replied.

He agreed that would be a good idea.

Grandma arrived, hugs and kisses were swapped. We had a nice lunch, then Jason remembered what he had wanted to ask grandma.

And he said... "Grandma, Papa told me you're going to see Jesus soon."

Needless to say, Grandma was surprised to hear about her imminent demise.

My wife helped Jason rephrase, and Grandma was relieved to hear that we had been talking about her behind her back. And she told Jason all about Israel.

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