Particularly, thoughts about children in church and Children’s church – and all the many combinations thereof.

First, let me share with you how this whole conversation got started.   A couple of weeks ago, I attended a leadership meeting for KidRidge.   KidRidge is the name for the children’s ministry at our church.   The church has grown considerably, which is wonderful.   However, this growth necessitates some changes – things that worked with a handful of kids don’t work the same with nearly 100 kids.   So, we’ve had a couple of meetings and brainstorming sessions on the future and the vision for KidRidge.

Yesterday, Rachel, one of the team members, sent this link (click here) for everyone on the team to read and asked that we respond.

Go read it.

Really.

Go ahead, I’ll wait.   It’s worth the read.

Mkay, you back now?   What did you think?   Are you like me going “Wow.   Oh, wow.”   “But, what should we..” “How can we…” “I wonder if…”   And about a billion other thoughts all running around and bumping into each other.

Some of the questions she asked, won’t let me go.

“Our sons are never in church with us. Isn’t that weird?”

“Is that good?”

“What do you think the boys think of when they think of church?”

“Do they think of the group of people God wants to use to reach the world with the gospel…this large, multicultural, multigenerational body where we learn from one another…young and old learn from one another….serve each other and live out all the beauty of scripture with one another?”

Or

“Do they think of the age segregated programs…their “class” or AWANA?”

“Do they feel apart of the church?”

“Do we see them as a part of the church, or just a problem that needs to be solved so you and I, mom and dad can be in church?”

“Are they so used to having an extravagant program every time they set foot in the door, that if the programs were taken away, they would go from loving church to hating it?”

“Is that good? Does that mean we’ve taught them to love church…or taught them to love something else?”

“Are we growing them up in top notch children’s programs with teaching yes…wonderful teaching…but also a lot of games, activities, in some churches puppets, concert-like music, dancing and drama only to get annoyed at them years later as we wonder why our church is so consumer driven and our congregation thinks church is a place to be entertained? Are we teaching them to think the church is “all about me” and then getting irritated years down the road that our church is filled with people who think church is all about them?”

“Have we in some ways delegated discipleship to the church when the Bible clearly says that’s our jobs as their parents? I know the church can help, but we aren’t doing anything at home to teach them God’s Word…so if we’re honest is the church helping or have we made them fully responsible for teaching our children about the Lord? If so is once-a-week discipleship enough for our kids when the Bible has already told us how often to teach them His Word?”

So many questions.   But I really think these are good questions, and they are ones that need to be asked.   I’m hoping we can find answers.

When I read through it the second or third time, I recalled my experience with church as a child.

The church of my childhood – well, as I recall, and I was a child so it very well could be that the memory is inaccurate. But in my memory, we started going to church when I was about 10.   Mainly because I bugged my parents into it.   Again, the memory could be faulty, but I remember asking if I could go play at so-and-so’s house.   I’d receive the response, “No, they’re at church.”   So, I’d ask “Then can I go play at whozit’s house?”   Same response, “No, they’re at church.”     After hearing this a number of times I finally asked, “Well, why aren’t we at church?”   And, lo and behold, we ended up at church.

We started attending the local Presbyterian church, because my mom had gone to a Presbyterian church when she was a child.   Some have referred to the Presbyterians as being the “Frozen Chosen.”     I’d say in my experiences of church, that would be a pretty accurate term.   We would go to Sunday School, and then most families would go sit together for the 11:00 service.   Both of my parents sang in the choir, so I would usually go sit by myself.   As an adult, I don’t remember any the messages, but I do remember the order of the service.

Occasionally, when we’d visit Granny and Grandaddy’s house we would go the their church.   First Baptist Church of Flint, Texas.   I remember liking their church better than ours, because I didn’t feel like the Pastor was trying to talk 8-miles above my head.   I understood his message, what he said had relevance to me, it mattered.   It caused me to have feelings that I never had in the church at home.     I remember vividly, one Sunday during the alter call, my heart leaped inside my chest.   I understood what he said.   I understood that I was a sinner, and that I needed to ask Jesus into my heart so that he could be my Savior, and that I would be saved.   I wanted to walk down that aisle.   I wanted to go tell the preacher that “I believe!”   I wanted to be a Christian in the true sense of the word.   But, the ways I had learned from the “frozen chosen” kept me in my seat.   So I sat silently longed for something, something more.

Funny.   I’d forgotten most of that until I read the post Rachel sent.   Looking back, I wish I would have had the courage to stand up and walk the aisle as a child instead of waiting to make that profession of faith when I was 30.

However, this reminds me that we don’t need a big, fancy program to reach the hearts of the kids at church.   We just need to present the Gospel in a real and relevant way.   Sure the programs are cool, and yes, they teach the great stories of the Bible, and yes, they help kids apply Biblical knowledge to their everyday life, and yes, I think programs can be good and valuable tools.

But I wonder -

are we putting too much emphasis the program, and forgetting about the True Message?

is the program so busy and fun that the True Message is getting lost in the presentation?

are we just looking for a place to “park the kids” while the grown ups do church?

I wish I had the answers.

Things to think about.   Lots of things to think about.

Hey, if you have any answers or thoughts you’d like to share – I would love to read them.

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PS:   There’s a great follow-up post to the link above.   If you want to read it, you can find it here. :)

 
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As I was painting this weekend, I listened to several Beth Moore teachings.   One of the things I learned from her lessons, was that if we daily ask God to show us something amazing about himself, he will do it.   Yesterday I asked, and whew! She was right!   He showed me something amazing in a very big way.

It happened at our church yesterday morning.   I’ve been involved in church since about age 10 or so, and I have never seen this done before.   In fact, I’ve never even heard of it being done.   It was – and there’s really no other word for it – amazing.

We had a reverse offering. I know, you’re thinking, “Huh?   Reverse offering?   How does that work?”     Because that’s what I said when the pastor said we were doing one.

For the reverse offering, the plates were filled with several denominations of cash and passed around.   The folks who are in need and who are struggling in these hard times were invited to take what they need. If they needed help with the light bill, with the grocery bill, with whatever – they could take what they need with no fear of judgment or condemnation – if you need it, take it.

The pastor asked the congregation to close our eyes as we sang, that way no one would feel like they were being watched whether they took from the plate or not.   He asked for each person as they were handed the plate, to ask God “What do YOU want me to do, Lord?”   So many prayers were answered for those who had “more month than money.”   To be a part of this was such a humbling and beautiful experience.   Many of us were in tears, to see the body of Christ moving in such a way we had never seen before.

To see the church meeting the needs of the church in such an unusual way was awesome, beautiful, incredible, stunning – or to put it simply – amazing.

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After much drama, a few tears, more drama, bribery of an ice cream sundae dinner, a bit of drama, and the blessings of a wonderful babysitter, and oh, did I mention the drama???     We are finally missing one tooth.

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A couple of weeks ago our family did a short driving vacation through the Texas Hill Country. It was wonderful to have some time to spend together. Here are a couple of photo mosaics of our trip. (You can click on the image to enlarge it.)


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Day 1

Day 1.   I LOVE taking pictures of wide, open spaces.   I don’t know how many “empty road” shots I took.   There’s just something about seeing it that gives me a sense of peace.   We drove from the DFW area to Dublin, Texas to visit the original Dr. Pepper plant.   Today, the Dublin Dr. Pepper plant is known for sticking to the original Dr. Pepper recipe.   Yep, it is different from the one you buy in the store (which is bottled in Waco, TX.)   The difference is the sweetener.   Dublin Dr. Pepper uses Imperial pure cane sugar, the other Dr. Pepper uses high fructose corn syrup. (Now you’ve learned something new!) :)   And believe me, there is a difference!

After our tour we drove to The Antler’s Hotel in Kingsland, Texas.   Let me tell you, THAT is a cool place, especially if you (or your children) like trains.   I enjoyed the lake and taking pictures of the blue bonnets on the property.   In addition to the hotel, they have several cabin/cottages and several train cabooses and one train car that have been converted into sleeping quarters.   We stayed in the McKinley Coach.   The boys loved sleeping on a train, and I thought it was quite comfortable.   Hubby enjoyed everything except the door.   He is a very tall guy, and after hitting his head on the door frame (several times) – he was not pleased.

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Day 2

Day 2 – We got a lot of usage out of our family State Park pass.   We visited Longhorn Cavern State Park in the morning.   WOW.   For someone who is a wannabe rock hound, I REALLY enjoyed this place.   It was fun to walk through the cavern, but even more impressive was to hear of the history of the cavern.   The Comanche Indians used it for ceremonies and as a hiding place.   Texas Rangers once snuck in and rescued a hostage back in the early 1900′s.   The Confederates used it as their Powder Room – meaning gun powder, not a place for ladies to powder their nose.   Some outlaws used it as their hiding place, and in Prohibition days it was used as a Speak Easy.

After our tour we went to Llano to have lunch at Cooper’s BBQ.   It was fanger-lickin’ good. (Yes, I meant fanger.   For you Yankees, think “finger” only much tastier!)   Men all over the world dream to see that much meat on a pit at one time.   If you’re ever in the neighborhood, be sure to stop by.

To wrap up the day, we headed to Inks Lake State Park.   I snapped a few pictures of blue bonnets, the sky right after sunset, and plenty of deer.   I hope we get to revisit it again some day.   It was a beautiful place.

Day 3

Day 3

Day 3 – I took a few more pictures of the inside of our rail car.   I loved the intricate work on the door knob, so there’s a few hundred shots of it.   We moved on to Austin in time for lunch, and then took a tour of the city via the Duck.   If you have not done a “duck” tour, you should.   We got to see the sights of the city AND go on a short boat ride, all while sitting in one place.   The boys loved it, and those blasted quacker mouth pieces. :)
For dinner we met up with my folks and then had fun chatting while hanging out in their hotel room.

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Day 4 ~ AM

Day 4 – After a leisurely breakfast with my parents we went to see the state capitol.   It is truly a magnificent structure, one that makes your heart swell with pride, I might say. :)   The fine craftsmanship is awe inspiring.

After our visit at the Capitol, we drove out to visit with my grandfather for a couple of hours and then we made the journey home.   All in all, it was a good trip.   I’m already looking forward to the next one. :)

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PS: Remember you can enlarge the image by clicking on it, or (if you’re really bored) you can see them on my flickr page here.

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