As we were driving back from somewhere (it's hard to tell where -- most likely there was a Dunkin' Donuts stop along the way, though), we passed one of the area's larger churches. At the intersection where they have their sign, there is an enormous cross. It is kind of tipped over on its side like this:
...but clearly not actually this cross.
Anyway, I digress.
One of the twins piped up from the back seat:
"Look, Mommy! A cross!
It falled over.
Jesus must ride on that cross a lot!"
I had never pictured Jesus as a cowboy in the Wild West before. But I will confess, that is the image that popped into my head.
We laughed. A lot.
And then we corrected his theology.
No, Jesus did NOT ride on the cross for our sins; He died on the cross for our sins.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. -John 3:16