Last night we had a board meeting at our house. I was the babysitter for a few kids, and after a while I suggested a movie…like all babysitters do when faced with three rambunctious toddlers. One child picked a movie about Christmas. It’s not my three year old daughter’s favorite movie because the graphics are poor and the storyteller is S….L….O….W. Kennedy doesn’t know the name of the movie, but she does know that it’s about the baby Jesus.

After a bit, she marched away from the movie, down the stairs, stomped into the middle of the board meeting and announced, “Dad! I don’t like Jesus!” Now, I know that she was talking about a movie and so do you. But I’m not sure that the board was as impressed with the pastor’s daughter announcing that she doesn’t like Jesus! Gotta leave it to Kennedy!