Yesterday we had a guest preacher, a woman from a nearby city. When she called the children forward for the children’s sermon, two school-age boys and one toddler girl came forward.
The little girl was delightfully in her own world, jabbering and clapping her hands. At first the pastor tried to quiet her and distract her, but her efforts were fruitless. The girl had obviously just figured out that she could string words together and adults would stop to listen.
The pastor moved on. With a steady little drone of chattering in the background, much like a cheerfully babbling brook, she launched into her mini-sermon on gratitude.
Then she made the mistake of asking the boys about the best Christmas present they got this year. I knew the answer before they said anything.
Both boys are Lego maniacs and love to talk about it. They began describing the giant Lego sets that they had received.
“I think mine had ten bags of pieces in the box,” one boy said.
“No,” said the other, his brother, “it had twelve!”
They debated the full number of pieces and how long it took to assemble. Meanwhile, the little girl kept up her jabbering. I didn’t think the pastor was going to be able to reel in her children’s sermon, but she did.
“Let’s finish by saying thank-you to God,” the pastor said.
One boy threw his hands in the air and yelled, “Thank you!”
But the pastor said, “No, let’s bow our heads and close our eyes to talk to God.”
The boys complied. The girl twirled around.
“Thank you, God, for all the good things You give us,” preacher prayed. “Amen,” she concluded, emphasizing the “A”.
One boy’s head shot up, then his hand followed. “I have a question,” he said.
I’m sure she was anticipating more Lego talk. I was surprised she didn’t look exasperated.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Why can’t we say ‘A-women’?” he asked. “It doesn’t seem fair.”
I had to stifle my laughter.
You never know.