I know, duh, right.  Like wow Jason, Seminary, really?!?  There’s 30grand well spent!

But here me out.  For many reasons i have been feeling a sense of fear and anxiety about my kid lately.  Not the existential kind of fears like will he grow up to be a good guy? will i survive the phase when he hates me?   But honest to God fears for his safety.  I think this has been brought on by a handful of things.

1st, Tara and I just watched a mini series on the BBC America (yep, we’re nerds) called Torchwood:Children of Earth and it was compelling, entertaining and disturbing.  I recomend it for those of you who don’t have kids, for those who do — not so much.

2nd, There’s been a bit of an uptick in crime in my neighborhood these last few days.  And it makes me nervous because it is happening during the day which is when i am home alone with Ethan.

3rd, I have been following the adventure’s of my friends the Alt’s who have traveled (along with a 8(?) year old daughter) to Guinea, one of the world’s poorest countries.

All of these things together have got me wondering how radically faithful am i willing to be now that I have a wife and especially a son.  Don’t get me wrong, its not that I was radically faithful before, but i have a better sense of what that could look like now and a better sense of how my life doesn’t look like that at all.

So the question is, is there a limit of how much like Jesus I can be with a kid?

or put another way…

If He were in my life circumstance, what would Jesus do?

No one knows.  Why?  Because Jesus didn’t have kids.