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Marcail found this highly amusing and Sean made a smart remark to her in Hawaiian. Standing in the doorway unnoticed for a time, Joey listened to the heated discussion in a foreign tongue.
Hi, Joey. Marcail said in a loud, surprised voice and all conversation stopped.
Kate could see that the little boy was ready to leave and spoke quickly, Come in, Joey. I just cut Seans hair. Would you like me to cut your hair?
Joeys eyes went to Seans head and Kate had a hard time holding her laughter. Sean let himself be inspected before flipping his cap onto his head. The cap was a brimless number with a visored front. Sean wore it rain or shine, giving him a jaunty look. It had been a gift from a Scottish missionary whod been visiting Hawaii and Sean cherished it. He looked at Joey for a moment longer before winking at the younger boy, thanked his sister and headed out the door.
It took a little coaxing, but Kate persuaded Joey to sit down. She covered his clothing with a sheet and began to trim. Marcail was busy with her doll and for the first time Joey initiated a conversation.
My Pa told me to thank you for the bread. Kate had ended up with an extra loaf of bread the day before and had sent it home with Joey.
Youre welcome Joey, she said simply and continued to snip.
I havent been to the church lately.
No, I guess you havent. Kate tried to keep her voice neutral, even through the surprise she felt that he was talking at all, let alone mentioning the church.
Is God really like a father?
Yes Joey, He is. The Bible describes Him that way many times, but you need to remember that there is a difference between an earthly father and a heavenly Father. We love our fathers here on earth but theyre not perfect. God is.
Joey was quiet for a time, as was Kaitlin. She wondered if, in the past, she had done too much talking or if it was because he was faced away from her as they spoke.
Do you really think God hears when you pray?
Yes, I do. The Bible says God hears us and I know Hes answered my prayers all my life.
You always get what you ask for?
No I dont. Sometimes Gods answer is no.
Again the little boy dwelt on this in silence. Kate was praying with all her heart and knew that she had to ask this child about eternity before he left her.
I know all about Christmas, Joey shared softly. I know that Jesus was born. But a little baby shouldnt die for a persons sins so I dont understand what Jesus it was that did that.
Kate was again surprised, this time at his knowledge. Were you always the size you are now, Joey, or were you once a baby?
I was a baby.