Christmas Eve Torture- For Langles
I was dragged to a church pageant tonight, my stepbrother was one of the wise men. I'm not a big fan of organized religion in general, so church is usually me staring at the back wall or at squirming babies and toddlers and trying to look pensive and respectful all at once...
Tonight the minister told a children's story about a mouse who wasn't allowed in to see the baby Jesus by the other animals because the mouse didn't have a gift. She tried to sneak into a hole in the side of the stable and got stuck... and Joseph thanked her for plugging up the hole that was allowing the draft in-- that was her gift. The mouse ended the story by saying that she had given herself bodily to Jesus Christ for as long as he needed her.
Point: The minister used this story to ask the congregation to give themselves to Jesus by way of monetary donations to the church.
A squirming child at the back of the church in his mother's arms suddenly belted out, "NO!" to an impending silence that fell over the church.
I have never been so entertained and elated to have a two year old speak my mind for me in a very vocal manner...
Tonight the minister told a children's story about a mouse who wasn't allowed in to see the baby Jesus by the other animals because the mouse didn't have a gift. She tried to sneak into a hole in the side of the stable and got stuck... and Joseph thanked her for plugging up the hole that was allowing the draft in-- that was her gift. The mouse ended the story by saying that she had given herself bodily to Jesus Christ for as long as he needed her.
Point: The minister used this story to ask the congregation to give themselves to Jesus by way of monetary donations to the church.
A squirming child at the back of the church in his mother's arms suddenly belted out, "NO!" to an impending silence that fell over the church.
I have never been so entertained and elated to have a two year old speak my mind for me in a very vocal manner...