After the boys left on Saturday, Cailyn
called to ask if she could spend the night with us. Why not?
She does like to come over especially on Saturday nights, because she
gets to go to church on Sunday. This
time when she arrived I quickly realized that she was here to have a sleepover
with Nani. They played games at the
table and on the floor, while Mom and I pretty much watched the football game. At one point they disappeared for a while,
and reappeared to reveal that they were doing a fashion show, and I was the
judge or customer or whoever it is that watches fashion shows. The two of them came in and did some
impressive poses. Cailyn would go first,
then insist that Nani do exactly as she had done. Wish I had that on camera. She posed on one foot, with both hands out,
with her head cocked to the side, with hands on hips. And occasionally she used her hands to spotlight
the jewelry Chris was letting her wear. Chris
made the comment that she hadn’t been in on the beauty pageant circuit since
college. (Yep. When we were in college she was in the school’s
beauty pageant. Gorgeous then. Gorgeous now). All around an impressive performance by both
of them. At one p oint Cailyn asked me
for help buttoning up her “kiaradaden.”
Apparently it was actually something called a cardigan, so she was
pretty close. I thought it was a
sweater, but what do I know about fashion.
On Sunday morning I was going over my notes
for the teaching and the children’s sermon.
Cailyn was in my lap, because she didn’t want to take the chance of me
leaving without her. After asking a
hundred or so questions about what I was doing, she reached into her drawer and
began working feverishly on a project of her own. I watched her for a while before asking, “What
are you working on?” She replied, “It’s
a picture for the children’s sermon.” It
was a large black object, but she continued, “I’m making a rock picture and I didn’t
have gray, so it’s going to be a black rock and you can use it for the children’s
sermon.” OK. A black rock.
I couldn’t resist. “So how can we
use the rock to tell children about Jesus?
Is Jesus like a rock?” I know,
that’s a leading question, but I was trying to be helpful. She had an answer right away, though. “No, DadDad.
Jesus is not a rock. He makes a
rock. And now I’m making a rock, so I’m
Jesus. I’m like Jesus. Except I’m not really Jesus, because I’m not
in your heart like he is.” Now I have to
admit I was kind of stunned by that one.
Was this a budding theologian here?
I simply nodded my approval and waited.
I could see the wheels were really turning in her brain. She returned to her picture and added two
other ones of different sizes. Finally
she took a deep breath and began her next treatise: “See, now I have a really
big rock, and another one that we call ‘large,’ and another one that is just
small. Because Jesus made things all
different sizes, and they’re all good because Jesus made them.” Well, who am I to argue with that? The kids’ sermon for the day was already set
as a lead-in to the main teaching, but I sure didn’t throw away that
picture. And I’m pretty sure I can use
it in the future just as it was written.
Maybe she can fill the pulpit for me next time I have to be out of town.
Genesis 1:31 says, “God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was
evening, and there was morning — the sixth day.”
Father, thank you for letting your
creatures have a taste of your creativity.
Makes life down here a lot more interesting. Amen.
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