As I so often mention, I often teach preschool children's church. And what's so exciting about it, is nothing is ever routine. I don't always have the same group of kids, and even "regulars", kids I've taught for months, can still surprise me.
I just plain, love toddlers, too. I get to be around kids ages 2-5, when the world is still new and they're still excited to be learning about it. And, although I normally don't know them as well as I'd like, I feel such appreciation for the parents who trust me with their little ones on a regular basis. For a couple of hours a week, they let me take on their role. I feed their kids, help them to the potty, and instruct them. And it's a responsibility I appreciate being entrusted with.
I knew this past Sunday was going to be a great lesson days in advance, when I saw the schedule. I enjoy all the volunteers with whom I serve, but some combinations just work better than others, and I was very happy when I saw who the other two volunteers for this week were. I ended up letting one of them lead the lesson, because it was one I wasn't sure how to teach dynamically. (I'm better with puppets and funny voices, and there were no puppets.)
Though there were mishaps, as always, we ended up having such a great day. Two things in particular happened that just melted my heart.
Showing posts with label sunday school. Show all posts
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Monday, July 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
How then, should we pray?
Most adults, particularly those who have been Christians their entire lives, pretty much figure they have praying down-pat. Maybe some are more formal, starting out with a "Dear heavenly Father", while other people are more casual. For some reason, I think almost every 20-something girl leading prayer in a group starts off with, "Dear Jesus, we just come to you right now..."
But you know who really has prayer figured out? Pre-schoolers. On any given Sunday, my children's church kids range in age from 2 to 5. Lately, they've all gotten more comfortable, and they all really want to pray.
Of course, it's normally, "Oh, I want to pray!" followed by 30 seconds of throat-clearing, and then something disjointed and totally unrelated to the lesson. Pretty soon, everyone in the room wants a chance to get to say a prayer.
And I let them. It may take up a few extra minutes we really don't have, but I'm never going to tell a child, "No, we don't have time for you to pray right now."
But you know who really has prayer figured out? Pre-schoolers. On any given Sunday, my children's church kids range in age from 2 to 5. Lately, they've all gotten more comfortable, and they all really want to pray.
Of course, it's normally, "Oh, I want to pray!" followed by 30 seconds of throat-clearing, and then something disjointed and totally unrelated to the lesson. Pretty soon, everyone in the room wants a chance to get to say a prayer.
And I let them. It may take up a few extra minutes we really don't have, but I'm never going to tell a child, "No, we don't have time for you to pray right now."
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Sanitizing the Bible: Explaining ancient Judaic wedding customs to 3-year-olds
Everyone remember the story of Jesus's first miracle? You know...He was at a wedding and the guests were upset because their celebratory beverages were running low, so he turned water into wine. (Or, if you're Southern Baptist, you can pretend it was "grape juice". Just kidding; I love you crazy fundies.)
Anyway, in my preschoolers children's church this past week, we were talking to the kids about helping our friends, like Jesus helped his in the story. Now, every week as we're telling the story, we ask the kids questions to get them to interact, since it would require sorcery or thorazine to get toddlers to sit still quietly for 10 minutes.
Being that I'm one of the teachers, their answers to questions normally border somewhere between "hilarious" and "disastrous". Fortunately, I was not the one telling the story this week, so all I had to do was try to stifle laughter and wrangle younguns (similar to cat-herding) while my friend taught the kids.
Here's what we got:
Anyway, in my preschoolers children's church this past week, we were talking to the kids about helping our friends, like Jesus helped his in the story. Now, every week as we're telling the story, we ask the kids questions to get them to interact, since it would require sorcery or thorazine to get toddlers to sit still quietly for 10 minutes.
Being that I'm one of the teachers, their answers to questions normally border somewhere between "hilarious" and "disastrous". Fortunately, I was not the one telling the story this week, so all I had to do was try to stifle laughter and wrangle younguns (similar to cat-herding) while my friend taught the kids.
Here's what we got:
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water into wine,
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