Faces of Easter I

As much as I would love to write this entry about how much I love these Faces of Easter stories and how they allow the kids to enter into such higher level thinking, making text to text connections (and I do feel that way), I am instead going to try to piece together why today’s education hour went so poorly.

Maybe it started during feast (which we do at the beginning of our time together because our service is at 4:00 in the evening with education hour following at 5:15. The kids are hungry then and I don’t want to leave the feast until the end when the kids are leaving to go right home for dinner.) As I was preparing the kids to pray, reminding them that we’re just talking to God and they can say whatever they want — asking for help with something or for someone, thanking God, saying we’re sorry, or just saying that we love God, or just talking, like we do with our friends, one asked me if they could tell God a joke. I said I thought God would love that! We went around our circle praying, and when it came that child’s turn, she told God a knock-knock joke. It was sweet, and I actually think it was a nice conversation, but maybe it set the tone for rowdiness the rest of the hour.

Or maybe we have too many kids now and need to form a second class (where will we find a teacher!?) If every kid who comes regularly were there and stayed for education, we’d have fourteen kids ranging from three to ten. That has never happened. Most of the kids come in packages of two (siblings) and we’re always missing a couple of families any given Sunday, so I usually have seven or eight kids. Today I had eight. That really is a manageable number, though.

Perhaps it was a bit of chaos that grew from large item connections to the first Face of Easter — the entire Books of the Bible lesson, the desert, the World Communion lesson — all big and very interesting stories to explore all out at once when we were still in our circle. I actually think that is when my headache started. Perhaps next week, I’ll just have them bring one small item from the story rather than an entire story. But I still loved seeing their connections to the Mother Mary and the Father Joseph and the Word born flesh as a wordless child. They are profound, the kids! Maybe next week I’ll bring some ibuprofen and just appreciate the controlled chaos.