The Magazine of The Evangelical Lutheran Church in America


Easter leftovers

Who says people don’t dress up for Easter anymore? My daughter, Amelia, 3, was watching families arrive for worship. She leaned over to my wife and said, “Mommy. Why do all the boys look so handsome today?”

David Fair
Lititz, Pa.

"During the actual wedding, you and I should switch places. I mean, doesn't it make more sense that I face my audience?"
The children gathered around their pastor during the children’s sermon, their curiosity challenged by the Easter basket he held. He shook a colorful plastic egg so they could hear it rattle and asked them to guess what it contained. Some guessed jelly beans or chocolate eggs. He then opened the egg, which contained three little nails, and explained that they symbolized the nails used to hang Jesus on the cross. He picked up another egg and posed the same question: “What do you suppose is in this egg?” Without hesitation a little girl, whose mind obviously leaned in the direction of logical thought, eagerly answered: “Little
Robert Miller
Fond du Lac, Wis.

Lasagna in the highest

While I drove my 4-year-old granddaughter home from choir rehearsal before Palm Sunday, she practiced the song they were going to sing on Sunday. I asked her to sing it a little louder so I could hear. So she began: “Lasagna, lasagna. Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord. Lasagna in the highest.” It was an opportunity to give a quick Bible lesson.
Karon Haas
New Braunfels, Texas

Cartoon by Jean Sorenson
"I couldn't help but notice that since you joined the community theater, the church programs have included cast bios and director's commentary."
There's a fly in my …

Nine kids stood at the altar facing me on their first communion Sunday. They had all painted their own chalices at a pottery shop, and were ready for me to commune them, and together we would commune their families gathered at the rail. I had talked to them about reverence, standing still and paying attention. But I hadn’t anticipated the fly that landed on the edge of Aaron Goodman’s chalice.

The fly took what I could only guess were a few sips and moved to Aaron’s neighbor. Aaron was at first horrified; then he and Makiah got the giggles. While I was saying the words of institution, the girls—looking lovely in their flowing dresses—started “shushing” the boys—until the fly got to them. More giggling, and more shushing—by the boys this time. I felt like I was in the middle of a sitcom. And the congregation didn’t realize what was going on because all the kids were facing me at the altar.

Reflecting, I decided maybe reverence is over-rated and that Jesus would certainly have laughed right along with the kids. I mean, who knew a fly would produce such a scene by showing up at the Lord’s Supper in February?

Marie Duquette
Baltimore, Ohio

Reader call

A funny thing happened at worship. Share your “giggling, shushing” story with “Light Side” by sending it to Julie Sevig by Aug. 1, and watch for “A funny thing happened at worship” stories this fall.


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