I've posted similar thoughts before, but just because it's so important...
I see them learning. In the midst of the cries, whines, and giggles, in
the midst of the crinkling of pretzel bags and the growing pile of
crumbs, I see a little girl who insists on going two pews up to share
peace with someone she's never met. I hear a little boy slurping (quite
loudly) every last drop of his communion wine out of the cup, determined
not to miss a drop of Jesus. I watch a child excitedly color a cross
and point to the one in the front of the sanctuary. I hear the echos of
"Amens" just a few seconds after the rest of the community says it
together. I watch a boy just learning to read try to sound out the words
in the worship book or count his way to Hymn 672. Even on weeks when I
can't see my own children learning because, well, it's one of those mornings, I can see your children learning.
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