“When you come back to life after death, it’s sort of like God pushed you out of His tummy.”
— Sullivan, unprompted
“But Dad, what is God? What is he? Is he just a big huge blump of air?”
— Sullivan, overhearing Carla and me talk about God’s kingdom
“Excuse me, Daddy. God didn’t make this dinner. Mommy did! So, thank you, Mommy, for making this good dinner.”
— Sullivan, after Scott says grace
RE: bin Laden’s death: If God doesn’t take any pleasure in the death of the wicked, neither then shall I.
Light pollution is a theological issue. 🚀 🌎
[while listening to “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley]
Sullivan: What are “every little things”?
Carla: Just everything. Everything’s gonna be alright.
Sullivan: God. ‘Cos he makes badness into…into…love-ness. He’s a nice guy.