We didn't usually have our very littlest kids with us for communion at our church, but a few years ago we made an exception on World Wide Communion Sunday. I visited their Sunday School class to talk about communion and, at the appropriate time in the service, we had the nursery attendant bring them to the sanctuary.
My daughter was around three at the time. It made a big impression. A few weeks later she called me into her room to see her playdough creations. There were variously shaped lumps placed very intentionally around her little play table.
She lifted one lump. "This is the bread." She held up another, "This is the broken body. And this," she flung her arms wide, "is Wild World Communion Sunday!"
I'm all for adding that to the offical liturgical calendar.
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What a love!
oh yes, yes, yes
WILD world: all too accurate! What a great story.
AWESOME
That there'll preach.
Great story!
Oh that is soooo beautiful!!
Children can't help but speak the truth!
Beautiful. But I also have to admit that the Cat Steven's song Wild World jumped to mind as I read it. (Yes, I am too young to know who Cat Stevens is. But I do. And I like a lot of his songs.)
"ooh baby baby its a wild world. And it's hard to get by just upon a smile girl"
So much truth! So much sweetness. I loved this.
ha ha ha!
Kids always get it.;-)
Kids always get it.;-)
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