Children's message--or why the mics should be turned off whenever we're not singing
Our pastor's children's message this week was on how we compare people around us and ourselves to others, to judge if one's better than the other or if we're better.
To illustrate this point she ask the children to name someone famous. Her youngest daughter immediately popped out "Hilary Duff!" "And what is she famous for?" The children responded, because she's an actress.
To which my fellow band singer leaned over to me and whispered, "Sorta." I shrugged, agreeing.
"And she sings!" the youngest daughter added.
"Sorta." I nodded a bit more vigourously in agreement.
Then the pastor, not wanting to completely trample her daughter's bubble, turned to a little boy in the group and asked him for the name of a famous person. He responded, "Tom Cruise."
Why was he so great?--He's an actor!
"Sorta," band mate #1 nudged me. I couldn't fault her that.
And wasn't it great when he did hung out of that helicopter?
"Yeah, great stuntmen," hissed band mate #2.
I bit my tongue. The pastor gave us the 'don't make me go over there' look that all mothers are great at. To wrap up the lesson, the pastor asked them to think about George W. Bush. He's the President--
"Sorta!"
I laughed in to my mic and had to turn away. ...I have no idea what the end of the lesson was, come to think of it. I was too busy trying to look adult and responsible and all that garbage. At least until the kids left.
To illustrate this point she ask the children to name someone famous. Her youngest daughter immediately popped out "Hilary Duff!" "And what is she famous for?" The children responded, because she's an actress.
To which my fellow band singer leaned over to me and whispered, "Sorta." I shrugged, agreeing.
"And she sings!" the youngest daughter added.
"Sorta." I nodded a bit more vigourously in agreement.
Then the pastor, not wanting to completely trample her daughter's bubble, turned to a little boy in the group and asked him for the name of a famous person. He responded, "Tom Cruise."
Why was he so great?--He's an actor!
"Sorta," band mate #1 nudged me. I couldn't fault her that.
And wasn't it great when he did hung out of that helicopter?
"Yeah, great stuntmen," hissed band mate #2.
I bit my tongue. The pastor gave us the 'don't make me go over there' look that all mothers are great at. To wrap up the lesson, the pastor asked them to think about George W. Bush. He's the President--
"Sorta!"
I laughed in to my mic and had to turn away. ...I have no idea what the end of the lesson was, come to think of it. I was too busy trying to look adult and responsible and all that garbage. At least until the kids left.