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Imparting Wisdom (Threatening the Preacher)

I find myself flinching when I see either of my children's Bible class teachers practically leaping over pews to catch me.  From about three pews away they drop the normal lead-in, "You HAVE to hear this...."

You've read my blog.  You know my children.  This couldn't possibly turn out well.  Especially in church.

I sigh, resigned to my fate, and say, "Which one are you teaching this quarter?"

I then find out if it is the boy or girl child which will continue to disparage my good name.

Most recently, it was Little Sunshine.  Her teacher stopped me with the usual lead-in and then proceeded to tell me the following:

"We were studying I Corinthians 12 and talking about how each member of the church has an important role.  We talked last week about how an eye cannot be an ear or a hand a foot, each has an important job with our bodies and all together it is stronger.  So, I was reviewing the lesson, and I said, What if our preacher decided he didn't want to preach anymore....and Emma immediately commented "Well, I'd just have to slap some sense into that man." and I just had to laugh!"

Glad she is laughing.....and afraid that I know exactly where the child got it.  But, wait, it gets better:

"So I just had to tell the preacher...."

Oy.  Yet another sermon topic my children have provided the preacher.  It's very, very hard to overcome one's raising.  But in my defense, I do believe that generations of the women in my family would offer evidence that at times the only way to impart wisdom is through a gentle application of love to the back of the head.

As we walked out to the parking lot, I saw the preacher walking with Emma and heard him ask her, "So, there's a chance you might not be happy if I quit preaching?"

Emma replied, "Yep, I'd just have to slap you."

Well, he asked, I am going to say this one is his own fault.  At least she is steadfast and consistent.  I'm pretty sure Sunday's sermon will revolve around I Corinthians 4: 21  "What do you want? Shall I come to you with a rod, or in love and a spirit of gentleness?"

Better have my steel-toed shoes on for that one.

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