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My Brother Knows God
My name is John and I am four. I have a big brother and he is five and a half. Nick knows all about everything and he even knows God. We spent all day playing outside. “What’s that?” I asked while pointing up high.
He looked up at the bright yellow circle up in the sky. “That’s God’s heart,” he said.
“God’s heart?” I asked. “How can that be?”
“It’s full of warmth because God is so loving,” Nick said.
“Oh,” I replied. “I understand. What are those?” I asked and pointed again.
“Those white thingies?” Nick asked. “Oh those are clouds,” he said. “Those are the breaths of smoke God leaves when he has a cigarette.”
“Oh like the one’s dad makes,” I said. “But why are they so big?”
“Because God is really powerful,” Nick said.
“Oh ok,” I said. “How does water fall from the sky?” I pointed up again as water began to fall.
“Oh that’s God peeing,” said Nick.
“Gross,” I shouted.
“It’s okay,” said Nick. “God is so pure, that he pees to give us water.”
“That’s really weird,” I told Nick. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
“Of course it’s okay, John,” said my brother. “God is too good, and he’s been doing this forever.”
“Well, ok,” I said. “Let’s go inside.” Later that night we were lying in bed. I pointed up again as we stared out the window. “What’s that?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s what dad calls a crescent moon,” said Nick. “But it’s actually just a piece of God’s fingernail.”
“God left his nail up in the sky?” I asked. “Where did the rest of his nails go?”
“They’re out there,” he said. He pointed to the bright little dots in the sky.
“Then why are they so bright?” I asked while pointing.
“Because God painted them with glow in the dark nail polish,” said Nick. “He painted it so we could see in the dark.”
“But how come that nail looks smaller than it did the other night?” I asked.
“Because God is so powerful that his nails grow even after he cuts them off,” said Nick.
“Then why is it getting smaller?” I asked.
“Because God cut it smaller so it wouldn’t grow too big,” said Nick.
“But where is the other piece?” I asked.
“God threw it away,” Nick said. “He threw it very far.” He pointed to the bright dots that were very small. “You see those?” Nick asked. “Those are all the pieces of God’s fingernails left out very far. They glow at night so people in heaven can see too.”
“Where’s God’s heart?” I asked. “How come it went away?”
“It goes away when God wants to sleep,” said Nick. “It will come back in the morning when God wakes up.
“Oh look,” I said. I pointed at the water on the window. “God’s peeing again. He must be wetting the bed.”
“You see, John,” said Nick. “You don’t need to be ashamed. “God still pees the bed just like you.”
“You’re so smart, Nick,” I said. “You know everything.”
“I don’t know everything,” said Nick. “But God does. And as long as you know God then you will learn everything you need to know as you grow up.”
“I can’t wait until I’m as smart as you,” I said to my brother.
“You will be one day,” said Nick. “Maybe then I’ll be asking you all the questions.”
I laughed loudly and our dad walked in.
“Boys it’s past your bedtime,” he said. “Now go to sleep.” He closed the door and walked away.
“We better keep quiet,” said Nick. “Let’s try to go to sleep.”
“But there’s one more thing I want to ask you,” I said.
“Okay,” said Nick. “But make it quick.”
“If the drops of water from the sky is God’s pee,” I said. “Then how come we don’t also get big drops of poop?”
Chad Wall is a student at Northwest Indian College and where he is pursuing his B.A. in Native studies leadership.