Children in "church"

[Clint]

Far Rider started me thinking about my memories of children in church.

My most recent one was actually at my father’s memorial service. I officiated and both of my children and their families were there. Soon after I began the eulogy I paused for a moment. My grandson who was almost four years old took advantage of the moment. With a clear voice that could be heard by everyone he said; “it’s my turn now”. There were restrained chuckles heard from all over the room. I’m anxious to see what the future brings for that boy.

[nvalleyvee]

I always got kicked out of church as a child. I was even banned from Sunday School. I swear those Methodists don't have any sense of humor.

Clint, what a great topic!

My youngest is has been blest with an excellent memorization skill, he has memorized all of the book of James and he is only 8 years old, he knows it word for word, without error, one day we were sitting in evening church and the pastor asked a man to read from James, so the man stumpled a second finding what he thought was the right verse (but wrong chapter) and began to read... my 8 year old jumped up, ran two seats up and flipped the page for the man before he got three words into the wrong verse.

The man looked down at my son who was just trying to be helpful but forgot where he was...and scowled at him. My son slowly slinked back to his seat as a few folks gasped and those who were not closed by laughed slightly. When he sat down he expected me yo be disappointed at him for getting up out of turn, no way as proud as I could be I smiled at him, I whispered "youdid good son" and we went on with the service!

[chonsigirl]

Oh my, what a topic! If my father was preaching, we all sat in the first row or two, and had to be as still as could be. No messing around, he was watching us. And if one of us had been particularly naughty that day, we got to sit in the front row alone-when your brothers and sisters were sitting behind you saying things under their breath that only you heard. Who me, ever sit in the front row!

*laughing*

You could feel their feet kicking under the pews, to just kind of nudge you into remembrance, why you were sitting there in the first place!

Back in the early 60's, people used to bring their rosaries to Mass every Sunday. Not as much now after Vatican 2.

Once Sunday, this little girl sitting in front of us was fidgeting about and just wouldn't sit still. Her poor mother, finally exasperated, gave the girl her rosary to play with. After playing with it for awhile, she put it on her finger, twirled it around and in a nice clear voice said out loud for all to hear, "Hang on Jesus, you're going for a ride!"

[chonsigirl]

Oh my goodness, that's a great story JAB!

Lord knows I couldn't laugh about it when it happened but it cracks me up to this day!

[Clint]

Originally Posted by JAB

Back in the early 60's, people used to bring their rosaries to Mass every Sunday. Not as much now after Vatican 2.

Once Sunday, this little girl sitting in front of us was fidgeting about and just wouldn't sit still. Her poor mother, finally exasperated, gave the girl her rosary to play with. After playing with it for awhile, she put it on her finger, twirled it around and in a nice clear voice said out loud for all to hear, "Hang on Jesus, you're going for a ride!"

That's a hoot!!

[SweetDarlin]

I didn't know whether to put this in the hymn thread or here... I decided here, since it was my son. When he was 3 he could not pronounce consonants very well. He had the typical, "babytalk" way of speaking. This was his favorite song. He got up in front of church and sang it... 15 years ago... I can still see and hear it...

king was pronounced "ting"
hear sound like "heeyou"
sweet, ROFL, fweet:

I love you, Lord,
And I lift my voice
To worship you.
O my soul, rejoice!
Take joy, my King,
In what you hear.
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
In your ear.
Laurie Klein

[chonsigirl]

That is such a funny story. I remember when we had clean up day at church once when I was a kid. The pastor's kids brought their dog along, Wiggles the Lovable Mutt. Now we all wondered what on earth the dog was going to do to help clean the inside of the church-that dog went under the pews and ate the bubble gum stuck there by inconsiderate gum chewers! Gosh, I rolled all over the place laughing as that dog ate up the gum.

Then when we had finished our good deed for the day, we all played hide and seek in the church, running in and out of the baptistry, hiding under the pastor's desk, rustling through the church kitchen to see if there were any cookies to dispose of! We were such angels of mercy!