For devotions tonight, Scott read the story of Zaccheus, which I though my children were pretty familiar with. Wrong. After the reading from our wonderful children's Bible, he asked a few questons, directed mainly at Levi and Tirzah. First: Was Zaccheus a big man? Levi says no, Tirzah says yes.
Second, "How did Zaccheus get to see Jesus, Tirzah?" Blank look. I rephrase the question. "How did Zaccheus get high up enough to see Jesus?" Her eyes lit up, and pointing to the sky, she cries, "A plane! He went up in the sky!"
Levi scornfully responds, "No, he climbed a tree!" "Good, Levi. What kind of tree?" continued Scott. "A sperm tree!" he answers. I nearly fell off my chair. Good thing my mouth wasn't full, I laughd so hard. He tried again, "An oak tree?"
Seeing things were not going so smoothly, Scott turned to Caelin, who this entire time had been fixing himself some dessert and to all appearances was not paying any attention. He proceeded to answer everything, about quoting the story verbatim. Seeing some reinforcement would be good, we closed with a couple renditions of "Zaccheus was a Wee Little Man."
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