Old Cowbelle: Kids in Church
Last Sunday, I sat in my usual back pew. Also in the pew were two little ones, a little girl about two or three, and a little boy under a year old. Those two little munchkins were so good and so cute that it was hard for me to drag my attention away from them to listen to the sermon.
Some churches have daycare, so as not to distract from the service. I really don't like that idea at all. I like to see them all sitting together as a family, the kids entertaining themselves with little plastic containers of munchies or with the "busy bags" provided for that reason.
When our four were small, it would have been nice to have busy bags, and we didn't seem to think about taking little plastic bags of Cheerios or some such. I think it's good to bring along whatever makes them feel comfortable and at home. Whatever it takes to make them want to come again, and again.
I love to see so many children in church. When they all troop up front for the Pastor's children's service, it warms my heart to see so many.
I know some times the parents feel uncomfortable when the kids are noisy, but I like to think that they are "making a joyful noise unto the Lord." I love kids in church, whether they are quiet or noisy. They are God's special gift to us all!
I got a chuckle out of my last week's Cow column, with the "spring poem" that said "there's something soft about the air, when April breezes blow"! Instead, snow, snow and more snow to come. Just didn't fit somehow! But who would have thought we would be having winter all over! (The only good thing, it won't last too long.)
This year, I hope to attend our St. Croix Valley Conference (ELCA) Morning of Renewal since Our Savior's will be host. I don't like to drive very far anymore, so I haven't attended for a few years. I do miss those inspirational "doings," like retreats, but alas, I can't sit to-o-o-o long any more.
The event will happen on Saturday, April 20, from 8:15 with coffee/tea and close at noon. (Maybe a coffee break also.)
The speaker for the morning will be Kay Bjerke from Cross Lutheran, Roberts.
Being a farmer's wife for over 50 years taught me a lot of things. I think the number one thing was patience.
For times when the hay was raked and dry and ready to bale, and the baler broke. That meant running to town for parts and the tedious job of repairing it. (Not me, but husband, getting testier all the time.)
Or those Sunday mornings when we would find someone else's cattle in our fields, and try to get them out and still get ready to go to church.
These things sure did realize that a farmer just has to trust in the Lord or life would be a total disaster.
I also learned some things while tending the large gardens I had back then.
Like when the tiny plants came through, big enough to distinguish which were weeds and which were carrots or string beans. Weeding was not my favorite part of gardening, so when I began pulling weeds, I would face backwards, so I could see the part that I had weeded, instead of looking forward to see all the weeds left to pull. And then, all of a sudden, I would come to the end of the row! (Simple soul?)
And when fall came and it was time to dig the potatoes. I really didn't mind digging potatoes. I always planted many long rows, so it got tiring after a while. But what I learned to do was, instead of looking ahead to all the potato hills to dig, I would instead look back behind me to see how many I had already dug. I would pile the potatoes beside the row, and then go back and put them in pails when I was finished.
I would get such satisfaction looking back at all those mounds of potatoes that would last far into the winter.
I guess there are lessons to learn every day, whatever you do with it. One of my wise grandsons, when asked what he was going to do when he was through with school, answered, "All of life is a school, where you just keep learning." It was one of my older grandsons and I wonder if he remembers saying that. I thought it was a profound statement from a young man.