Our daughter, the consummate planner and decorator, was left in full charge of room set up and worship service order. Timothy was in given the task of opening prayer. Mom was responsible for worship leading (or so she found out), and I was responsible for the Bible lesson (or so I thought).
The service began with Anna Ritchie and Teressa singing a rousing (and may I add unique) rendition of "How Great Thou Art," with Anna on the dulcimer and momma on lead vocals. What a joyful noise.
From there, we popped in a CD and had the "pro's" lead us, borrowing from recent worship sets at our church.
Timothy jumped into action and decided he would claim the role of "preacher" and he did not disappoint (as you can see in the pictures below). Not sure what all he was saying, but he did not lack in animation . . . and every now and then, we caught the word "Jesus."
After momma read a Scripture, I convinced Timothy to at least sit on my lap while I led us in a discussion of 1 Corinthians 10:31-33.
The question posed was simple: How can we each live our life to show God is most important rather living as though we are most important?
Timothy's answer: "Jesus." I guess he's figured out that seems to be the best answer to life's questions.
Anna Ritchie's answer: "Well, I guess the next time I want to hit my brother, I could see that it isn't that necessary." We saw it as a good starting point . . .
Meanwhile, Timothy (still in protest that I took his spot) decided to poop on my lap.
All that said, we persevered . . . deciding we would close with a family hug and go out and play in the snow for God's glory by:
1) Thanking Him for His gift and creation of snow.
2) Enjoying each other, putting the other first.
3) Being mindful of our neighbor and thinking of ways we could display that God is most important.
God, in and through the craziness of this morning . . . may You be glorified.
1 comments:
Timothy is really growing up. Sounds like a great church service! Thank you for continuing to share your life through this web page.
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