My youngest son just turned six and has decided he is far too old and cool for his Spiderman bike helmet. When we took him to pick out a new one, this is how he explained it to me:
"When I was little, Spidahman and supah heroes were ok. Now I need one that looks oldah because I am oldah. (He has a little speech impediment...makes him sound like Ahnold Schwarzenegger.) When I get to heaven, I won't need a helmet because God and Jesus will be my helmet."
Whoa....what did he say? He's actually right...we are to wear the helmet of salvation which comes through the blood of Jesus. I am waiting for him to tell me about the new belt he will be wearing one of these days.