When my grandson Andy was just a toddler, one of his neighborhood friends was from a Fundamentalist Christian family and constantly passed along to him Bible stories and their interpretations from his Sunday School. When I was visiting at Christmas when Andy was about four or five, I heard Andy chanting to himself. He was, like a nervous regurgitation, speaking of God.
"God is everywhere...God is everything...God is everyone...Grandmama, did you know that you are God and God is you?"
I was transfixed. I was grappling with such notions myself.
"Yes," I said. "I do know that. How did you know it?"
He looked as if he'd been caught jumping in the pool at the deep end. He shrugged almost guiltily.
"I guessed," he said.
I stared at him and he widened his eyes, shrugging more broadly.
"I just guessed."