Last Sunday morning, our sermon at church focused on the story of Peter joining Jesus in walking on the water. In the midst of that section, I shared a passing story about my daughters and a cartoon hippopotamus. It turns out that these two portions were heard by my five-year-old nephew, who was uninterested in attending kids’ classes and was instead sitting in the back of the auditorium with an aunt.
After service, they recounted to me a conversation they had unfolded during my lesson:
Nephew: “I don’t think uncle Jason knows what he’s talking about.”
Auntie: “Well, I’m pretty sure he probably does.”
Nephew: “No, he definitely doesn’t.”
Nephew: “Hippos do not walk on water.”
Is it fair to say that I’m hoping most in the room heard the message slightly differently than that?!