Silliness turns spiritual
Having kids in church is distracting, let's just be honest. I don't always get to focus on the message and worship experience as much as I would like. I'm sure those of you with children totally understand.
This morning I my distraction was a typical one, Caleb. Caleb loves food. We bring snacks and a drink for the kids each week, because it makes everything flow smoother. Caleb has figured out that the servers who bring communion every week are bringing food. He also understands that we get the food, and if we get it he wants it. He stands up when he sees them coming and watches them like a hawk. When they come by and start to pass the trays he holds out his hands and squeezes them, which is his sign for "I want that!" I can't help it. Everytime it cracks me up. It's just so funny that he has figured this ritual out and wants so badly to persuade these men to give him a cracker. Today I tried to offer him a goldfish, but he shook his head no and just waited to see if he would get a cracker. Today we were sitting with my parents and my Dad was holding him, and he just barely kept it together.
As I laughed at all of this, a thought struck me. As funny as it is right now, I hope this is a pattern that continues in my son's life, at least metaphorically. It is my prayer that throughout Caleb's life he will hunger and thirst for the body and cleansing blood of Jesus Christ. How cool is it to think that his whole life my son would be consumed and enthralled by the sacrifice of his Savior. That he would always wait on the edge of his seat, then refuse other things to fill himself with the only thing that really satisfies the blood and body of Christ. That is my prayer for you sweet boy. I love you.
This morning I my distraction was a typical one, Caleb. Caleb loves food. We bring snacks and a drink for the kids each week, because it makes everything flow smoother. Caleb has figured out that the servers who bring communion every week are bringing food. He also understands that we get the food, and if we get it he wants it. He stands up when he sees them coming and watches them like a hawk. When they come by and start to pass the trays he holds out his hands and squeezes them, which is his sign for "I want that!" I can't help it. Everytime it cracks me up. It's just so funny that he has figured this ritual out and wants so badly to persuade these men to give him a cracker. Today I tried to offer him a goldfish, but he shook his head no and just waited to see if he would get a cracker. Today we were sitting with my parents and my Dad was holding him, and he just barely kept it together.
As I laughed at all of this, a thought struck me. As funny as it is right now, I hope this is a pattern that continues in my son's life, at least metaphorically. It is my prayer that throughout Caleb's life he will hunger and thirst for the body and cleansing blood of Jesus Christ. How cool is it to think that his whole life my son would be consumed and enthralled by the sacrifice of his Savior. That he would always wait on the edge of his seat, then refuse other things to fill himself with the only thing that really satisfies the blood and body of Christ. That is my prayer for you sweet boy. I love you.
Labels: blood of christ, Caleb, communion, funny church stories
posted by Allison at
11:31 PM
5 Comments:
How cute! Sweet boy. :)
I'll be in town the 16th - 31st. We'll be in Fritch for some of that ... but probably while you are in Colorado. When do you go and come back from CO?
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Robby and Lynsey, at 12:37 AM
What a good post! I love the image I get in my head of baby Caleb! Noah is the same way, he looks at us take the bread and water and has huge puppy dog eyes and looks so jealous! I hope you are doing well! Keep up all the hard work!
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Debbi, at 9:12 PM
Beautiful, Allison. Thank God for quickening that image to you. Thank you for sharing, and 'Amen' to your prayer!
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Clay, at 11:42 PM
Hey Alli! I miss you! Are y'all going to be coming our way soon? Your story about Caleb reminded me of a similar Mia story at church -- here was the gist of our conversation a little over a year ago during communion when she was still 3:
Mia not so quietly: "I want a cracker"
Mommy whispering: "When you get older, honey, so you can understand what it means."
Mia a bit louder: "I stirsty, I want juice"
Mommy whispering a little louder: "Mia, when you're older"
(long pause)
Mia (with a pout): "God doesn't want little children to have crackers or juice."
Mommy (trying not to laugh out loud): "Mia, that's not true"
Mia: "Oh, Jesus doesn't want little children to have crackers or juice!"
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Stacy, at 12:01 PM
such a sweet story -- about caleb... the comment story about mia is hilarious!
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laura jo, at 9:38 PM
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