Not totally sure what this says about what goes on in a Campus Pastor’s house, but I’m pretty sure some sort of counseling is going to be necessary. The following is a picture / story that my seven year old drew at school:
In case you can’t make out the story, I’ll translate:
When I saw the army! They were holding guns and soldiers. They were wearing helmets. Some were dead. I was very sad. I like seeing them.
For the record, my seven year old has never seen dead soldiers. My older two did get their hands on a bootleg copy of Saving Private Ryan when they were seven-ish, but that’s another story and their therapy is going just fine, thank you.