Today I am sharing something Kathleen posted recently about our Sunday school littles.
Are you busy? I have been so busy this year! Does it make me feel accomplished? Not at all. It just makes me feel weary and tired.
That said, sometimes what I have been busy with is my littles at church. We have seen a lot of them in these last few weeks (more than normal) with extra activities and such. They have the opposite effect on me--they don't know about stress or weariness. They have no concept of the impact of all the politics and shut downs, caregiving woes, financial hardships. They just live in the moment.
This past Sunday we talked about Advent (like we do every week in December). We took them to see the lighting of the candles in "big church" where they wiggled and giggled and squirmed to the delight of most and the cringing of their parents. During the lighting of the Joy candle, the little next to me leaned in and very quietly asked "Ms Katleen, why do we always light candles in big church?" I answered saying we do it to remember that we are getting ready to celebrate Jesus. We have the week of Hope, then Peace, and then Joy. Next week we have Love. That satisfied for the moment and the wriggling continued.
Shortly after big church, we were back in the classroom for story time. I reviewed our last two weeks--the prophecy telling of Jesus, the Angel talking to Joseph, and went directly into week three: the Angel telling Mary and Mary's announcement to Elizabeth.
There was so much wiggling and poking and giggling. I was quite certain no one was listening--like I wanted to throw in the story time towel and move into snack time. Giving it one last shot, I asked the same little who'd been next to me before in big church if they were listening to me at all. A confident "no" was the reply. Big sigh. I asked if they knew what the angel said. Reply: do not be scared, Mary was going to have a baby. I asked what did Mary do? Reply: she went to tell her cousin. I asked who was that? Reply: Elizabeth. She was having a baby, too. He was John. He jumped for joy in her tummy. Then the giggles and wiggles continued.
Find your hope, peace and joy wherever you can friends. I know where I find mine.
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