When I was a kid, I used to be scared during the 3 days that led to Easter. Why? Because I thought Jesus wasn’t alive during those 3 days, so the devil could pop up somewhere at any moment. I would get so scared that I didn’t like being in a room by myself and I would never enter an unlit room.
I told this to someone once and they thought it was pretty damn cute.. but actually, it’s not.
It’s actually pretty scary. Not that the devil is scary, but that I feared him more than I thanked, loved, believed in God and Jesus.
Jesus once said that we should have a childlike faith. But the more I think about my childhood faith, the more I see how it wasn’t childlike enough.
Oh the woes of man!
