Last month I wrote an introspective post about how I want Sean to own his faith. That it is my prayer and my desire that though his own life experiences and the process of critical thinking, he come to own his faith rather than merely inherit mine.
Apparently God heard my prayer and went right to work.
Every once in a while, perhaps when the moon is full or there is something itchy in the air, kids are just insanely energetic. Wednesday night was like that. When I dropped Sean off at his Bible class, the room was swarming with screaming, laughing, running insane three and four-year-olds. And one shell-shocked grown-up standing in center of the melee wearing a glazed over expression.
When I offered to stay and help, she shook her head vigorously yes and then wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. That’s not true. That was me, I was the one with the drool. Ms. Deanna is a pro with those kids, but she was quick to accept my offer to help.
Ms. Deanna had those
miniature maniacs sweet little blessings rounded up in no time and gathered quietly around her. Sean adores Ms. Deanna and had managed to secure a prime piece of real estate, right under her feet where he could better gaze upon her with adoration.
My job was to sit in the back and catch anyone who tried to make an escape.
Ms. Deanna told the story of how the angel came to Mary and told her she would be the mother of God’s child. All the children were in awe and silence fell over the room as she showed them a picture of the angel and Mary.
And then with a wrinkled nose, my critical thinker pipes up, “Well that’s kinda weird!”
Indeed, it is kinda weird.
Almost everything he is going to read in the Bible is kinda weird and that is the hurdle of faith for the critical thinker.