Deacon John asked me if I loved Jesus. I said no.

"Of course you do."

"He took Mommy away. If he loved me, Mommy would be here. She loved me."

"She's in a better place, dearie."

"No, she isn't. She cried and said she wanted to stay with me. Help me grow up. But he took her...if he even exists."

"Of course he exists."

"You said he answers all prayers. He didn't answer my one prayer. He doesn't love me, or he doesn't exist."

Now I can't hunt Easter eggs, but they'll pray for me. That probably won't work, neither.