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.
A
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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