“Mom?” My daughter called to me from bed. “I need to talk to you about something.” I moseyed up the stairs and sat down beside her. “I’ve been thinking about Star Wars,” she said. (I begin thinking this will be a long conversation, as these often are.) She continued, “I don’t know what to think about Star Wars, because Jesus says that we should love our enemies, and THEY ARE NOT.” She looked up at me with big soulful brown eyes filled with worry. “They are NOT, Mom. They are KILLING their enemies, and Jesus says we should love them.”
I did not try to talk her out of this, justify this, or tell her she doesn’t know the complexities involved. Because she’s right.