June 26, 2011
Vacation Bible School
My church does a lot of things well. In my opinion, one thing that it is missing is Vacation Bible School. For this, I have to outsource.
Last week, my kids joined half our neighborhood at VBS at a local church. At Monday's pickup, one of my neighbors volunteered to drop off all of my kids for the rest of the week.
"It doesn't make sense for both of us to drive," she pointed out.
This was a very generous offer and one that seemed like a good idea, except for the fact that the neighbor in question drives a two-seater convertible.
"Would you like me to take your daughter to VBS this week?" I sighed.
"That would be great."
On Tuesday, my kids came home with a cross made out of sugar cubes and a CD of Bible songs. They suggested that our church's version of "How Great Thou Art" would be much improved if it was set to drums. After listening to the CD, I must admit that I agree.
After VBS on Wednesday, I took the kids to a fast food restaurant for lunch. The man behind the counter looked at my kids--who were wearing matching VBS t-shirts--and then at me. "Haven't you figured out where those things come from yet?" he asked, gesturing to my offspring.
I almost lunged across the counter.
My daughter grabbed my arm just in time. "Jesus is watching you 24/7," she whispered.
At that point, I had listened to the CD approximately 4,000 times. "I think it's "Jesus is watching OVER you 24/7," I whispered back. The man behind the counter missed my two year-old during his first headcount.
"Wowzers!" he exclaimed. "I missed one!" I felt like Michelle Duggar.
My daughter shook her head. "No, Jesus watches you all the time, even when you sleep. He's totally watching you right now."
That was just what I wanted to hear at that moment. "Rats," I said and swallowed the words that desperately wanted to come out.
On Thursday morning, one of the coveted VBS t-shirts went missing. Cortlen destroyed the house looking for it and cried all the way to the church. When everyone got out of the car in the church parking lot, I noticed that my daughter was wearing a VBS t-shirt with her brother's name tag on it.
"You're wearing Cortlen's shirt!" I shrieked. "Where's yours?" She looked a little scared when she admitted that she had no clue.
I had to hold the hyena off.
VBS ended on a positive note. There was an accident on the freeway and despite leaving my house 30 minutes before showtime, I missed most of the end-of-the week concert. I also missed Kellen cutting his face out of his group picture.
"Why did you do that?" I asked.
"I wasn't smiling," he replied. "And it makes it seem like I didn't have a good time. And I did."
All's well that ends well.