Possession Obsession
I was sitting quietly in my seat waiting for the service to begin when three year old David came to sit next to me. He hadn’t done so in the longest time, so it was a sweet surprise. I say hello and he says he’s fine. Then he starts flooding me with all these questions. Where’s your house? Where’s your car? What colour is it? Where’s the other pastor? Where’s his car? (he has an obsession with cars). I felt so caught with that first question? Why would he ask me that? Is it so obvious that I shouldn’t be living at home that a three year old could see it? I finally sheepishly replied that I don’t have my own house, I stay at home with my parents at such and such a place. He moved on to the next question. Before I knew it, the conversation was over, and off he went to ask for sweets from another lady. It is only when I had a conversation with his mother that I realised how I’d misunderstood him. She told me how he refers to his home as his house, she’d tried explaining the diffe...