So the other day my four-year-old niece, M, visited a new church with her family. M. is...not shy. :) She's a ray of sunshine, although sometimes you feel the heat more than you see the light. This past Sunday she was her bright and cheerful self, and when the pastor called the children in the congregation to the front of the sanctuary for a special lesson, M. cheerfully went up. A new church? Full of strangers? How fun! The lesson continued from the previous week and had to do with the parable of the man that built his house on sand and the man that built his house on a...
"Rock!" M. said, finishing the pastor's sentence. When he asked how things turned out for the man on the sand, M. answered, "Not so good!" The pastor laughed and said she should do the preaching. At the end of the lesson, the pastor led the children in prayer. When he finished, M. piped up,
"Well that was short!"
"They tell me that's how they like it," the pastor replied. He gave the kids a ring pop and told them not to eat it now, but to wait and ask their parents if they could have it after lunch.
"Hey Mom! Can I have this after lunch?!" M. called from the front. She was assured she could, and M. cheerfully walked back to her seat and reclaimed her family. They happily claimed her back.