Vacation Bible School
It's that time of year again - time to gather all our resources and wits for Vacation Bible School. Every year when the week begins I am so excited to teach and share the gospel with little ones and at the end of the week every year, I think the same thing - "Why did I put myself through this again?"
Our VBS ended on Friday. We have been having record breaking temps here this summer in Pittsburgh so I am especially thankful for the anonymous donor who put air conditioning in our Sunday School classrooms. I taught the three and four year olds again. Mainly because I enjoy that age and partly because there aren't too many of us willing to teach that class. Since I only had four children sign up, I decided to add the five two year olds from our church to my class to get me closer to the 10 children that I normally have. Since we do put our two year olds into Sunday School, I knew they could sit reasonably well through VBS. Of course, everyone thought I had lost my mind, but they just let me go on my merry little way.
Of course I lost a child here and there during the week - that's par for the course. I really have only one rule in my classroom - Stay with the teacher. I must have reinforced that rule a little too much after losing yet another child because when one of my two year olds was asked by her parent what she had learned that day, she just kept repeating "Stay with the teacher" over and over again. At least they learned something.
We had our closing program on Friday night where they all sang their songs, looked so cute, and ate some hot dogs. I got to meet some of the parents of the children who don't attend our church and hope I did an adequate job of making them feel warmly welcomed to start attending church with our church family. On Saturday, I lay on the couch all day saying, over and over, "Why did I do that again?" But, now it's Sunday, and I have had a day to reflect on the week and the little I was able to accomplish with these precious little ones who the Lord entrusted to me for the past five days. Instead of reflecting on the ones who kept escaping, the one who kept rolling down the hillside into the picnic table of snackers, or the fact that they all still looked blank when asked about their memory verse on Friday, I prefer to reflect instead on one little girl. Her mother told me that everyday she came home so excited to tell her mother the stories she heard that day from her teacher - the stories of the faith of Moses, David, Daniel, Matthew, Paul, and Silas, and of course the greatest story of them all - the story of Jesus Christ.
Our VBS ended on Friday. We have been having record breaking temps here this summer in Pittsburgh so I am especially thankful for the anonymous donor who put air conditioning in our Sunday School classrooms. I taught the three and four year olds again. Mainly because I enjoy that age and partly because there aren't too many of us willing to teach that class. Since I only had four children sign up, I decided to add the five two year olds from our church to my class to get me closer to the 10 children that I normally have. Since we do put our two year olds into Sunday School, I knew they could sit reasonably well through VBS. Of course, everyone thought I had lost my mind, but they just let me go on my merry little way.
Of course I lost a child here and there during the week - that's par for the course. I really have only one rule in my classroom - Stay with the teacher. I must have reinforced that rule a little too much after losing yet another child because when one of my two year olds was asked by her parent what she had learned that day, she just kept repeating "Stay with the teacher" over and over again. At least they learned something.
We had our closing program on Friday night where they all sang their songs, looked so cute, and ate some hot dogs. I got to meet some of the parents of the children who don't attend our church and hope I did an adequate job of making them feel warmly welcomed to start attending church with our church family. On Saturday, I lay on the couch all day saying, over and over, "Why did I do that again?" But, now it's Sunday, and I have had a day to reflect on the week and the little I was able to accomplish with these precious little ones who the Lord entrusted to me for the past five days. Instead of reflecting on the ones who kept escaping, the one who kept rolling down the hillside into the picnic table of snackers, or the fact that they all still looked blank when asked about their memory verse on Friday, I prefer to reflect instead on one little girl. Her mother told me that everyday she came home so excited to tell her mother the stories she heard that day from her teacher - the stories of the faith of Moses, David, Daniel, Matthew, Paul, and Silas, and of course the greatest story of them all - the story of Jesus Christ.
posted by Kristi | 7:48 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home