Sunday, July 1, 2007

The Children Hate Me

(Originally posted May, 2007).

OK, only one child.

And she doesn't hate me. She just hollered "I don't like her" and clung to her mom when they came up for children's time.

This was my first children's time.

It was the pastor's 3-year old.

Yay me.

After the kids left for Sunday School, I looked at the congregation and said, "Well, as long as the rest of y'all don't cry when you see me, I think we'll be ok."

It got a laugh.

Yay me!

1 comment:

  1. (original post comments)
    tngirl Says:
    You're not a ‘real’ preacher ’til you’ve made some kid cry. Welcome to the ranks, Sister!

    Towanda Says:
    Great. I think all I’d said was “Hi!”

    Songbird Says:
    Hey, at least she talked! The kids at my church won’t even answer a question!

    Towanda Says:
    Songbird, that indeed might be harder…

    Iris Says:
    Yeah, I’ll take outright hatred to apathy anyday.

    Wendy Says:
    and “I don’t like” can be translated as fear, as don’t understand, as awe. I remember the first time I got called a “bitch” by a student…I felt I had made a rite of passage.


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