"Well, sometimes people are mean." "Yea, when we're in the gym and we're playing with the balls we play with basketballs and soccer balls (mumbles and mimics ball sizes) and and and and sometimes we use soccer balls for basketballs." "Yea. Well, God still loves them even if they're mean, and God forgives them. I know you forgive them, too." "I just tell on them to the teacher."
Not lying, that was the paraphrased version of today's children's sermon conversation between Chris, who was giving the sermon (using Where the Wild Things Are!), and Logan, a 5-or-so year old who obviously had this burden on his chest!
I went to hear a fellow student preach today before going to watch Belmont and Mercer play bball in Macon. His church is a small room full of big love and lovely people, and he spoke on recognizing God in the moments of your life, that God is always speaking and we just need to be quiet enough to hear. That faith doesn't come from miracles but that miracles come from faith. The transfiguration of Jesus in Mark's gospel is interjected after 8 chapters of Jesus' miracles and healings. BAM! He's transfigured and God tells them all (oh, Peter) to shut up for a second and recognize. Jesus just asked Peter who he says He is and who other people think He is, and now God is saying, hey, this is who I know He is.
So I'm trying to recognize God in the moments, looking and listening for God in the moments. Despite my theological and life uncertainties...Anyhow, a jumble of thoughts to go with a jumble of a day. Now it's on to schoolwork and scholarship apps. Peace out cub scout.
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