Sorry for the late post tonight and its going to be a short one, but I've been on the couch all afternoon after getting home from work. Thinking of how I feel like death warmed over reminded me of a Sunday school amusement. (If you haven't read my blog A bit about me, then you don't know that I used to teach Sunday school. Yes, very scary I agree.)
So this was the Sunday after Easter and our theme was all about Jesus' accession and the "gift" of the "Holy Spirit". We had a great morning planned with games, crafts and a re-enactment led by yours truly. (I was a fun Sunday school teacher if I do say so myself. And so did a lot of the kids. But I digress)
I don't remember the game or the craft, but I will never forget the re-enactment.
I picked one kid to play Jesus and then a bunch to play his followers and the rest of the kids were all the villagers. And I'm telling the story, the kid playing Jesus was standing on a chair, his 'followers' were all around. I get the part about Jesus going up to heaven and the 'Holy Spirit' coming down and I'm excited, the kids are all into it and we're having a grand time.
Then I talk about how the followers started to speak in tongues and the villagers were all calling them crazy and drunk. The village kids are all yelling, the followers are babbling. I finish the story and had them all sit back in their seats. I'm smiling and laughing, they are all smiling and laughing, I'm patting myself on the back for doing such a great job on teaching them a wonderful lesson and how they must have really gotten it.
I asked the kids what they learned.
All the kids replied. "THEY WERE DRUNK!"
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