This statue sits by a building at a major intersection in the next town over. Driving through town one day, Isla started talking about Jesus. I didn't think much about it--we talk about Jesus a lot. The next week we're driving through town again and she starts talking about Jesus and asking where he is. We stop at the intersection--"there he is!" and points to the Indian.
I told M about this---her Ivy thought the same thing when she was younger!
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