What are you telling me, person? You mean that little baby you told me about last Christmas – the one who was born where all the animals were – grew up to be a man and then people wanted to kill him? Why would they want to do that?
Yeah, Jesus. That’s who I’m talking about. Why would they want to kill him?
He did? He performed miracles and healed lots of people? Is that why they wanted to kill him? I don’t get it.
Did Jesus heal animals too?
He taught people about God and the Kingdom of Heaven? Didn’t they like God? Is that why they wanted to kill him?
He told people to do things like love their enemies? Okay, now I get it. They must have thought he was nuts. He tried to take away the fun of giving someone what for.
What, that wasn’t it either? Then what?
People followed him instead of the religious leaders? And Jesus told the religious leaders they were hypocrites that were leading people away from God? Oh, now I get it. I think.
So the religious leader got jealous of Jesus? And mad at him?
He did? He told people he is the Son of God? Why would he say that if he knew it would upset people? He could have just kept quiet and no one would have bothered him.
But person, that doesn’t make sense at all. You mean he came and was born so he could die on a cross? I don’t get it. Couldn’t he have asked God to rescue him?
He could? Then why didn’t he? Did he at least give all those religious leaders what for?
No way! He asked God to forgive them? I really don’t get it now.
He died on that cross because he loves us? I love you person, but I don’t want to die on a cross.
He had to take all the sins on himself so everybody could be with God? Didn’t God like Jesus?
He loves people too, so He was willing to sacrifice His only Son for all the people? And he saved the lives of animals too because they didn’t have to be sacrificed anymore? That’s cool. That means He loves animals too.
But I still don’t get it.
I have to hear the rest of the story and that happens on Easter?
Oh, Easter. That’s the day I get to steal the candy out of the plastic eggs.
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