Now it just so happened that the story was
the very one the kids had had that morning in Sunday School. Caleb, in particular, was quite excited about
it. Seems his two teachers had really
gone all out in their presentation of the lesson. They were both dressed in period costumes,
one playing Martha and the other Mary. “Mary”
talked to the kids and told them the story, while all the while “Martha” stood
off to the side and made everybody pancakes.
Now that’s my kind of Sunday School lesson. I’m not sure if Martha whined about it or
not, but it sounded like a great object lesson.
Anyway, since I had to follow something that incredible, I did my best
to turn it up a notch, and really get into the roles. The challenge was on. Can DadDad can compete with not one, but two
creative teachers? I pulled out all the
stops. I held every dramatic pause for
an extra second. I added appropriate inflections
and furrowing of the brow. I even used
my best whining voice for Martha approaching Jesus to complain. All in all it was a masterful performance, if
I do say so myself. When I finished
there was a long pause of about two seconds, a time when I was certain that my
audience was basking in the overflow of my masterful performance. Finally it was young Caleb who broke the
silence with his esteemed estimate of the re-enactment. Rolling his eyes, shaking his head side to
side, and falling to floor in true 4-year-old form, he made his official declaration: “Dramatic, dramatic, dramatic.” Ouch.
Psalms 116:12-14 says, “How can I repay the Lord for all his
goodness to me? I will lift up the cup
of salvation and call on the name of the Lord. I will fulfill my vows to the Lord in the
presence of all his people.”
Father, thank you for blessing those
teachers with the gift of creativity that reflects your own. Amen.
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