Today when we driving home from my daughter's dance class we had an interesting conversation about God. I think it was prompted by a TV programme we had watched about The Diary of Anne Frank and my 9 year old had asked about Judaism.
Small daughter: Which religion am I?
Me: You were baptised as a Christian.
SD: And does that mean I have to believe in God?
Me: Well, Christians do believe in God, yes.
SD: But Dad doesn't believe in God and he's a Christian.
Me: Well he was brought up as a Christian but now he doesn't believe in God anymore. That's his choice.
SD: So what does that make him then?
Me: A raving heathen, as my old nan would have said.
SD: Oh, ok. But I do believe in God.....although I'd like to make some changes.
Me: Hmm...what changes would they be?
SD: Well, I think God is actually a woman......
Me: I see
SD: ....and she's called Wendy.