When we talked about the crucial scene in the second-to-last chapter, my 6-year old made a connection to the sacrifice of Christ for us. "Dad, if something were going to kill me, God would just jump in the way and die for me."
That's the wild, unexpected beauty of the gospel exactly. Sin is killing us. God Himself jumps in the way.
Oddly, I love my dog more and my God more and my childhood more and my parents more and my grandparents more and my boys more for having read this book with them.
Now... we're going to watch the movie. Perhaps tonight.
And I also want to go coon-hunting.