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In case you haven't noticed, my Flashback Friday entries usually center around what is going on in my life at the present. Well, this week was VBS at our church, and basically it was all-consuming, so I dug out the oldest pictures I could find in the VBS genre. This was Annaleigh's first VBS...
She's the little over-dressed red head there on the front row. She was two years-old and probably too young to even know why she was there. The reason why she was there, in case you're wondering, was to give me a chance to go sip a cup of coffee at the Shoney's down the street....but don't tell anyone that, ok?
In the above shot, it's hard to tell if she's putting the offering in or taking it out. I'd prefer to think she's putting it in, since we were trying hard not to raise a thief. Boy, the years sure do fly! Now she's too old to actually be an attendee at our VBS, but she's a helper.
You may think VBS stands for Vacation Bible School, but at our church it actually stands for Verging on the Borders of inSanity. You see our church is small....very small. We don't have enough children in our congregation to constitute a VBS. Nor do we have enough workers to competently run one. However, our church is located very near a government subsidised neighborhood that is swarming with children, so that's why we host one year after year. It is cuh-razy! Yet every year when I look at the photos of the smiling, happy faces while I soak my sore feet in Epsom salts, I realize it's worth it...every chaotic second. I no longer go down the street to sip coffee (but believe me...it's tempting because our present church is near a Starbuck's...not a Shoney's). I am the craft person, and it's just about the looniest room in the building. (Big D asked me to give him photo credits for the following...)
Those pictures may look all nice and sweet and tame, but trust me, being the craft person can bring on a headache the size of Montana. Yet, I still do it because it's not really the crafts that are important. It's not about the crick in your back. It's not about the paint on your favorite maternity shirt. And it's not about the room that you left in a massive upheaval earlier tonight because you were too tired to think about it. It's the opportunity to share the love of Christ with children through spending time with them and showing them a brief moment of love and peace..
However I still suspect that some are just there for the food...
But then again, maybe not...
Please join me with a flashback of your own! Then come back here and post the link so we can all come share in it....
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