This afternoon while I was making lunch, I was listening to the boys play. I just love to listen to them play church, and this was their current activity. B was the song leader, which made C the preacher and the person who would pray. Well, B led several songs, all with a Christmas tune, but with his own made-up words. Then he said they would have one more song and then the lesson.
When C got up to do the lesson, B quickly reminded him, "Remember, it's Wednesday so keep it short!"
Here was the gist of C's lesson: "The other day, Vindy and Conner and I went hunting. And there was blood but we did good. Want to thank you for paying attention today, we'll have a song and a prayer. God bless you today." ('Vindy and Conner' just happen to be our minister's wife and son, whom he uses in illustrations occassionally. The rest is almost verbatim of what our dear ministers says every Sunday!)
Well, B got up and led one more song and then C had the closing prayer. Then for the next 2 minutes, they walked around the living room, shaking each other's hands, hugging pretend people and saying, "Oh, how are you!?" or "It's so good to see you tonight." or some other platitude.
It really cracked me up! To them, that is church. That is what they see. It is always so amazing to me how much they take in when we're not aware of what they see.
