He was not afraid. By the door he waited. Black stocking cap and red gloves were on. The blue sweatshirt was freshly put on and with his blue jeans (with the hole in the left knee) and his "church" shoes on. He shouts to me, "Mom, I'm ready." So, my son and I head across the street to go to Thursday church service.
It's holy week and my son realized that service was on Thursday this week and was eager to go. He loves church. To those who recognize him, know that throughout the service, he will eat his snack and for the remainder of the service....mimic the minister. We are not sure if he finds the man his hero or a future job, but he tries to do all that the minister does. He does as well. Tonight was no different. He watches for the minister to pray. Then my son lifts his hands as though he is blessing all those around him. He listens for the blessing. He watches for the hymns. He asks for help to follow the service in the bulletin.
He reaches in my purse for "his book", which was meant to be a quick note book to jot down notes, but now has scribbles in it that my son has lovingly put in to help him conduct his own church service.
Throughout the service, he comments on things that happen.
"Sermon right away mom?"
"Yes"
"Are you going up (to get your feet washed by the minister)?"
"No, I am going to sing. Is that ok?"
"Yes."
"They are taking everything off?"
"Yes."
"Ok."
"Mom, we walked out quiet."
"Yes. What did you think."
"I liked it. Thanks mom."
Though he is just 5 (yes almost 6).....I do believe that many days, he gets more out of the church service that I do. He reminds me to pray. He reminds me of the passion. He reminds me of the innocence of worship and that no matter how young or old you are, God is listening.
