Children's Church

When I grew up I was very rarely allowed to attend children's church because my parents determined that my time would be better spent by practicing for adulthood in adult church. I now agree with them.

My church recently lost two pastors, one to church planting, another to a church in a neighboring city, so my church was left with leadership needs. Because of these needs, the children's ministry at my church has been opened to not only the skilled, but also to the plain old willing. I am a part of the plain old willing. That is to say that I am not skilled in dealing with children.

This picture is a picture of two people having their pictures taken. The person whose head is nearest the top of the picture is Josh who helps me. He comments on my blog sometimes and it was his idea for me to type about children's church in my weblog. That person in front of him is a student.

I am told that these kids behave worse than people do in public school. 

My birthday or the twenty-fourth anniversary thereof

My birthday was yesterday. Please note that I am telling you this after the fact and not before the fact so that you will not feel the need to go out and buy me something. I am just going to tell you about it because I need something to type in this blog about because I have been neglecting it. When I can't think of anything to write about, it makes me feel like I haven't been doing anything worth doing, which is probably almost true.

Yesterday was not really my birthday because my real birthday was twenty-four years ago. Each of us can have just one physical birthday and the annual celebrations of birthdays that people hold are really just anniversarys of birthdays. So the next time you hear someone talk about her fiftieth birthday party, she is probably talking about reincarnation.

I was quite tired on the morning of the twenty-fourth anniversary of my birthday because I had been awake a long time the day before taking the Engineer In Training test and visiting with my friend in Spokane, but I made it to church and taught children's church anyway. My Mother and my Father and my sisters called my cellular telephone and greeted me. Aside from the really nice vegetable stir fry that my friend bought me in Spokane on Saturday, that was about the best part of the whole thing.

I wonder if I'll be able to come up with anything interesting to type before graduation.