Lydia and Richard were watching an animated show (it feels wrong to call it a “cartoon”) about Jesus. Lydia started crying. Not silently, not whimpering, full on sobbing. We were obviously worried that something serious might be wrong. She was finally able to say, “The story is making me sad.” So mom hugged her and ended up passing her to dad so she could plate up dinner (graciously and deliciously provided by our church family). As he hugged her and she continued to sob, she kept saying, “I don’t want Jesus to die.” He reminded her that if Jesus hadn’t died, we couldn’t be saved. She said, “I know, but I should be on the cross.”