Every summer our church encourages parents to volunteer for two weeks in the Children's Ministry. This provides a break for the on-going teachers and it serves as a sort of advertisement to us parents who aren't working in the kid rooms. I've never worked in Kaeley's room before, because I can be a pretty overbearing parent at times, and I could just imagine breathing down her neck the whole time. At the same time I've heard it makes the children proud when the parents show in an interest in their spiritual education in such a way. So, I signed up for Kaeley's class these two weeks and just made myself aware of the possible pitfalls.
When I told Kaeley I was working in her class room she was so excited! She couldn't wait to tell me where they kept the snacks and prove herself as my little helper.
The first week went surprisingly well. Yesterday was the same.
Yesterday I told Kaeley this was my last time in her class for a while. She puffed out her bottom lip. I said that maybe Daddy and I would work her class as a team in September. I'm not really sure what we'll volunteer for, but we're thinking of volunteering in the same room. We'll see how it turns out. I'm not sure I want to be in Kaeley's class, because we'll be homeschooling in September, so Kaeley might need a break from me on Sundays. So I told Kaeley, "We'll see if it works out. You might want a break from us, ya know." Her face fell, she slowly nodded her head, and sadly said, "Yes, Mommy." I realized she had misunderstood me, so I clarified by saying, "You might want a break from us!" She perked right up insisting that she would never want a break from us. Like I said, we'll see how it goes.
When I walked in the room yesterday I recognized the teacher I had worked with the week before and there was a new teacher named Taylor. He was a young guy, high school aged, and he was just sitting at the sign in table. He seemed nice enough, but his mother had signed him up to help, and since he was just sitting there I didn't expect much. Let me put it on record that Taylor was awesome! He was great with all the kids, but especially was helpful with the very energetic boys that were in the class. He would jump right in and help them build towers and castles.
I asked him to do worship for me, because I had done it last week and I was very awkward doing it. He said it was no problem. He would do worship while I did story time.
He started by singing "B-I-B-L-E". Then he said, "I know what I can teach you!" He began writing the words of "I Am a C" on the dry-erase board! The song goes "I am a C. I am a C-H. I am a C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N! And I have C-H-R-I-S-T in my H-E-A-R-T and I will L-I-V-E E-T-E-R-N-A-L-L-Y! Yes, to a group of five year old children.
It was the funniest thing! The kids could keep up with the "Christian" part, because it was slow enough. Then Taylor stopped and pointed to "Live". He said, "Who knows what this says?" The kids scratched their heads, some screwed up their faces, but they were trying. One of them said, "I know how to spell my name!" He told them the word was "live". Then he pointed to "eternally". He asked them, "Who knows that this says?" More head scratching occurred. One little girl sincerely said, "But I don't know how to spell." He tried to give them a hint by saying, "What do you get when you accept Jesus into your heart?" The kids looked at him blankly. He said, "Eternal life..." One little girl shot her hand into the air. "I know how to spell," she said. Thinking this was related to our current devotion Taylor asked her to continue. She said, "S-O-A-P spells 'soap', because when two vowels going walking the first one does the talking!"
No comments:
Post a Comment