child-like faith

This past Easter Kase became very interested in the story of Jesus dying on the cross as well as the events leading up to His death.  He asks a lot of questions about people hitting Jesus with a whip, the crown of thorns, the angel in the tomb, etc.  

Today he was engaged in some imaginative play before work, and by now I've realized that it's just best if I stay out of the way while he's playing imagination.  There aren't many times where he'll play by himself, so I try to encourage imaginative play as much as possible.  

I was in my bedroom and I hear him yell, "HEY, STOP IT!"

Immediately I peek my head out thinking that he's doing one of two things:
1. Chasing Molly and Molly won't cooperate (because she's smart and is hiding), or
2. Lydia is chewing on one of his toys

Neither, in fact.

He's running from the living room into the dining room with a vacuum attachment as a sword (what, you mean there's a real purpose for those vacuum hoses other than swords?).  He arrives at his "target" and yells, "LEAVE MY JESUS ALONE, WE DON'T HIT PEOPLE WITH WHIPS!"

A brief swordfight follows with Kase obviously being the winner.

He then kneels and tenderly says, "I'll take care of you Jesus, you can be safe in my heart."

OH
MY
SWEET

I immediately felt the lump of tears forming in my throat.  What a blessing it was to witness his sweet and innocent child-like faith this morning!