Stories of Little Treasures in Church or on God

Like the more secular collection of Short Tales these penetrate our Adult assumptions
 and I collect them because they are too precious to lose.

LecternA small boy was taken to The Big Church for the first time and had the Lectern with its great eagle pointed out to him. But he was more taken with the size of the book thereon. A member of the congregation stepped forward to read and the small boy whispered (loudly):

He's not going to read ALL of it is he?



Another small boy was sitting on my lap during communion: Is it really His blood?  he asked. After struggling with that one, I later said to him, rather patronisingly: Put your hands together we are going to talk to Jesus. His response, without a moment's hesitation, was: He's dead.

A rather keen Christian lady (now at peace, God Bless her soul) was rather upset by this latter story:
He's alive, He's alive she cried and completely missed the point.



A little ITV Series called Jesus 2000 interviewed children about their ideas. One small boy thought that if Jesus came back He would perhaps need a jumper because it was colder now. Another said that He would look like a King. The interviewer asked him if he thought he would recognise Jesus. The reply cannot be bettered:
We don't have any other Kings in Ipswich.


Wee Francis, just two and a third and having only a few words at his command , was to be christened. His parents were worried about how he would behave and, in particular, how he would react to the water when actually baptised. He was very good, brightening when he recognised his name and, when he was baptised said Thankyou.

A Sunday School Teacher was taking her class through Ephesians 6, writing each piece of the Armour of God on a flipchart. She paused and said Have we left any piece of armour out. Yes miss, said a small boy who knew his Bible, The Axe of the Apostles.

The minister's six-year-old daughter had been so naughty during the week, that her mother decided to give her the worst kind of punishment. She told her she couldn't go to the Sunday School Picnic on Saturday.

Then, when the day came, her mother felt she had been too harsh and changed her mind. When she told the little girl she could go to the picnic, the child's reaction was not joy but gloom and unhappiness.

What's the matter? I thought you'd be glad to go to the picnic. her mother said.

It's too late! replied the little girl . I've already prayed for rain!


Have we missed something?
Unless you become like a little child you cannot enter the Kingdom of God.

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