I've talked about our daily evening Bible time in other blog posts. I've also talked about how I wonder whether Luke "gets it." After all, he is only three years old. We still keep plugging along with the hope and prayer that they are hiding God's word deep in their hearts. Some evenings seem relatively successful. Some? Not so much.
While we were gone on vacation in preparation for Easter, I brought along something called Resurrection Eggs for us to do during Bible time each night.
This is what they look like. Twelve eggs and a small devotional booklet. Each egg contains a small reminder of the Easter story - a donkey, a cup, praying hands, silver coins, a crown of thorns, etc. It really helps kids learn the true meaning of Easter. The 12th egg is empty to represent the empty tomb.
Everything was going so well. Each night Kevin would read the verses, the kids (Fletcher, Luke and Tucker) would take turns opening the egg and then they would take turns looking at what was inside the egg. Then they would answer questions about the object and what it represented.
Then we came to egg # 10. This egg contained a small white cloth to represent the cloth that Jesus was wrapped in when Joseph of Arimethea buried him. (A "shroud" for all you Bible scholars.)
Luke looked at the cloth.
Luke looked at Kevin.
Luke looked at Mrs. Teresa. (Mr. Grant had already gone back home to work.)
Luke looked at me.
Then Luke looked at the cloth again. Picked it up. Then reached around and pretended to wipe his bottom with it.
Let that sink in for a minute.
The burial cloth of Jesus as a piece of toilet paper.
The adults tried hard not to laugh. Really hard. But we just couldn't help it.
Thankfully, the two other boys didn't see it; otherwise, we might have never recovered.
I won't mention names, but I'm thinking someone may not have been listening completely during Bible time.
We'll keep trying.
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