This morning's service at church went about half an hour long, due to the fact that our long-winded (but brilliant) senior pastor was preaching on communion Sunday, the first Sunday of each month. After chatting with my friend Ruby at the all-church breakfast downstairs afterward, I was suddenly assaulted by a vicious bear hug around my waist from behind. I turned around and hugged the perpetrator, adorable little six-year Margaret, who belongs to one of our missionary families in transfer.
"How was Children's Church?" I asked.
"I didn't go."
"Really? What did you do?"
"I went with Mommy up to Big Church." (Hoo boy. Of all the days for a six-year-old to sit in church.)
"Was it good?"
"Yes, we got to have the bread during the service, and listen to the sermon." (Referring to the communion wafers.)
"Well, I'm glad you had fun."
"No, it was not fun, it was boring, the sermon..." It's true that kids can get away with saying anything. Not that I can't see her point of view...
"Well, that's why we have Children's Church."
So I have to say, I agree with the idea of having children's ministries. Kids aren't going to get anything out of theological and intellectual sermons except a dislike of the whole church idea.
"How was Children's Church?" I asked.
"I didn't go."
"Really? What did you do?"
"I went with Mommy up to Big Church." (Hoo boy. Of all the days for a six-year-old to sit in church.)
"Was it good?"
"Yes, we got to have the bread during the service, and listen to the sermon." (Referring to the communion wafers.)
"Well, I'm glad you had fun."
"No, it was not fun, it was boring, the sermon..." It's true that kids can get away with saying anything. Not that I can't see her point of view...
"Well, that's why we have Children's Church."
So I have to say, I agree with the idea of having children's ministries. Kids aren't going to get anything out of theological and intellectual sermons except a dislike of the whole church idea.
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