Last
Sunday we had a marathon-ministry day. I attended one hour of Bible
Study, Lutheran Worship and Methodist worship while the Princess
attended one hour of Lutheran Sunday school, Methodist Sunday school
and Methodist worship. Our Methodist musician was in the hospital,
so on a moment's notice I became preside-preacher-musician for our
communion-All Saints Sunday. That's a lot of church lingo, and
church business and we were tired by noon! But the day wore on and we
also did a service at a nursing home and attended youth group.
Somewhere in the middle of all this I HAD to squeeze in some grocery
shopping. About half way through the trip the Princess was getting
antsy and crabby (to be honest, so was I) so she said, “I wanna
call the Chaplain!”
You
don't have to tell me twice, we dialed his number and she chatted
away while I tried to power-shop and get us out of there pronto. The
funny thing is as she tried to be heard over the noise of the store
the Princess was chatting away AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS! She was going
on and on about Lutheran Sunday school, Methodist church, lighting
candles, All Saints Day, inviting others to Sunday School and the children's game Cootie (no, that doesn't have anything to do with church). Our
fellow shoppers and the lady at the check out got an ear full about
all this churchy lingo and business...and I realized how much this
Princess is taking in. She really is getting a full dose of “church”
the good, the bad and the gospel.
The
funny thing is, five days a week she is at the Catholic school for
kindergarten! So, we're crossing ourselves before prayer and she is
tolerating (I say that because it really is hard for her) Monday mass
(which I play for).
I
figure I'm either preparing her for a life of protestant ministry, OR
a real serious rebellion during her teen-age years. Either way, for
now, I love that she sees the church for what it is – a glorious,
holy, messy, diverse place. The senior citizens, the wiggling
children, the gracious women, the old and confused, the sick and
dying, the sinner and saint all gathering around the table to receive
Jesus.
I love that she wanted to call the "Chaplain." That made my day. :) Love from down south (come visit our new house!)
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