This week, I'm thankful for the eyes my children give me to see Jesus in a new light:
Being the child of a teacher means that you have to have lessons on the couch on a regular basis. Poor kiddos. I sit them down just like I used to do with my dolls, all in a row, and make them listen to wild stories like the one about a woman giving a drink to a mysterious man who said he had living water. Or, the one about a white horse stampeding to earth to right all wrongs and bring evil to task and create justice in this messed up world.
Well, that's the story we were settling in on this week. I skipped the home drawn Sunday school lessons that I used to share with the dolls and opted for the awe inspiring story telling that could only come from the Bible.
When I told the kids that some day we might all just disappear and join Jesus in the clouds, their eyes were as big as saucers. Seriously, I thought these stories from the Bible would be old hat to them, but a little freshness and mystery made them sit on the edge of their seats wondering what this Jesus guy was going to do next.
"We really get to go be in the clouds with Jesus?" "What will people think when we're gone?" "What are we going to do up there for so long?"
The story continued with a grisly battle scene (toned down a bit for the little ones though) and the storyteller (that would be me) got everyone wrapped up in the adventure of it all. Until suddenly one little listener was missing.
Where did she go? A tiny voice called out from under the table, "I disappeared to go up into the clouds with Jesus, Mom." Well, when I told them the rapture was an imminent event, I didn't think they would take me so literally!