“Mommy, who’s the right God and who’s the wrong God?”
My son Rowan and I are eating lunch on the back patio. As usual, he blurts his question out of nowhere. As usual he asks me, instead of the one person in our home who holds an actual theology degree.
Turns out, Rowan and a friend had been talking about God. Initially the friend had asked Rowan if he believed in God. When Rowan answered yes, his friend then asked if he believed in “the right God or the wrong God.”
“I didn’t really know what he meant, but I told him I believed in the right God,” Rowan admitted. “But Mommy,” he added, “who is the wrong God?”.