Exasperated, I sat down, put my head in my hands and whispered a quick prayer for strength and patience. The following is the conversation that ensued:
Me: “Oh, Jesus. I need you.”
Jackson: “Mommy, Jesus not here.”
Me: “Yes, He is.”
Jackson: “No, Mommy. He’s not here.”
Me: “Then, where is He?”
Jackson: “He’s at His home.”
Me: “Where’s Jesus’ home?” (Here’s hoping he says something like, “My heart!")
Jackson: “At His town.”
Me: “What’s the name of the town?”
Jackson: “I don’t know, Mama…I don’t know. Where’s His town?”
Me: “Does Jesus live in your heart?”
Jackson: Shakes head, “no”.
Brooklyn eagerly jumps into the conversation at this point: “Heaven! His town is Heaven!”
And there you have it. Where Jesus lives, according to Brooklyn and Jackson.