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Mom, are you going to church on Sunday?’
Yes, Mark, I am. You know I go to church every Sunday. Why?’
May I come with you?’
Of course, you may. I’ll be happy to take you along. You are a big boy already. You’ll be eight in November.’
‘Mom?’
‘Yes, honey.’
‘Why do you go to church?’
‘Well… perhaps you know why… To thank Him for what He does for me, for you, for other people… To ask Him for guidance, for advice.’
‘Do you talk with Him?’
‘In a way, yes, I do.’
‘Does He answer you?’
‘Yes, He does… in a way.’
‘How do you mean? Does He come to you and talk?’
‘Well, honey, it’s not the way you think it is. Of course, He doesn’t come to me in person and talk. Well… you see, there’s some kind of connection between Him and me, and you, and other people… But it’s not material or physical… I’d rather call it a spiritual connection… Okay, Mark. Let’s put it this way. He always answers my prayers but not directly. He usually sends me a sign… a sign that tells me he hears me.’
‘How’s that? What sign?
‘Well, the signs may be different. I may meet someone and that someone may tell me something or show me something and then I know that’s the answer to my prayer. Or it may be a dream. I may see my Granny. She talks to me like she used to when I was a little girl. She warns me about things. And sometimes she’s just standing there and smiling at me. Then I know that everything is Okay.’