This year, my husband has been leading us in advent devotionals. It's a time where we sit together quietly on the couch and meditate on the coming of Christ and all that means for us. We have serious discussions that are profound and instructional. Take last night, for example. The conversation went like this:
Oldest son-- "So if "incarnation" means "becoming flesh," does "carnation" mean "flesh"?"
Miles-- "A carnation is a flower."
Oldest son-- "Hmmm... Maybe a carnation is a flesh flower. So if we have a zombie apocalypse, we can feed them carnations."
Miles -- "Actually, a carnation is a nation where everyone has a car. AND if all the cars are pink, then it's a pink carnation."
Youngest son -- (giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle......)
Somewhere in there, my husband threw out the Latin definition of incarnation. My youngest giggled the entire time at the clever plays on words. Me? I was sitting there incredulous that we went from the incarnation to pink cars and zombie apocalypses.
I'm still chuckling this morning. My wonderful husband and creative sons left me with a very fun memory, and I'll bet they will never forget what "incarnation" means.
