I wasn’t sure how to answer the recent question, “Will there be possums in Heaven?”

“There better not be?” doesn’t seem fitting. Her heaven would be full of possums.

“Will we sleep in heaven?”

“I hope so!” would be my thought. “Please no!” would be hers.

If so, she wants to share a bunk bed with Jesus.

Easter season with an almost 4 year old has me thinking of things I have *literally* never even thought about.

Mila talks a lot about Jesus. Her questions make me stop in my tracks, pause mid strawberry slicing. Sometimes I have to answer “I don’t know.” Often, even.

We talked about one day Jesus returning. She wants to know when.

I don’t know, I say, but she balls up her fists and shrieks,

“I’M SO EXCITED!”

But for all the “I don’t knows,” there are enough “I DO knows” that I will share with her as her faith grows.

While there will always be many things we can’t answer as Christians- there are SO many things we can. And not just with blind faith! With reason, intellect, history.

Not just with our hearts and souls, but with our minds.

There was a man named Jesus from Nazareth. An amazing teacher.

He was killed on a Roman Cross – the sign was supposed to be a mockery – “THE KING OF THE JEWS” in every language.

He was buried in a tomb.

His body was there, then it wasn’t.

Other religions and the non-religious can, and do, try to explain it away. It’s not that they say there wasn’t a Jesus. There was! They try to say He didn’t actually die, or His body was stolen, or a variety of other theories.

On my bucket list of reading is N.T. Wright’s 850 page project called “The Resurrection of the Son of God.” Have you looked into the historicity of these claims? They are astounding.

I’m so far from having a faith free from doubt and confusion and sometimes even fear. I question God’s purposes, His ways, and to be fully honest, even His character.

But what makes up my doubt is almost never His existence or the life and death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

If you truly dug into it, I don’t think you would either.

2,000 years ago a man named Jesus was killed on a cross.

Decide for yourself who He was.

As for me, He was and is the Son of God.

Whose kindness led me to repentance, as I chose sin, and still choose sin, over and over.

Whose mercy does not let me stay in the pit of my own digging. He leads me out.

I don’t know about possums and bunk beds in the next life.

I can’t wrap my head around How His sovereignty works with our free will and the problem of suffering.

There are aspects about my faith that make me dizzy with doubt.

But Jesus Christ on that cross is not one of them.

He is the One True King, and while I have made a mess of my life in 100 ways over the last 33 years, I long to be more like Him every single day.

On this Easter, decide for yourself who He is.

And if He really is Risen, let it change you.

*Mila drew this picture today of Jesus dying on the cross, body covered in scars