He's got the Whole World in His Hands

Sometimes, at the library, I pick out a spiritual book to share with Cole.
A few weeks ago, I picked up a beautiful book with beautiful illustrations and the lyrics to three spiritual songs: Let it Shine. When the Saints go Marching In. And He's Got the Whole World in His Hands.
I grew up singing these songs.
I don't go to church.
But, as my friend Matt put it, I'm a seeker.
So I want to share spirituality with my kids, if not necessarily one specific religion.

So I sang these songs to Cole tonight before bed.
He listened quietly as I finished with all the verses of He's Got the Whole World In His Hands.  His eyes widened at the pictures of streams and buildings and animals all being cupped by enormous palms and fingers.

At the end he said, "Who IS this? Why his hands are so big they can hold all that stuff?"

I ruminated a moment then said, "Well, some people believe there's this guy....
He's bigger than our house.  Bigger than the sky and the stars.  So big he can hold streams and people and animals and everything in His hands.  And he can take care of them all. His name's God. It's hard to know if he's real because we can't see him."

And Cole just looked at me and replied, "Oh," as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Then he asked if God was a dinosaur.