My granddaughter, Brianna, 3, was riding with me in the car one Sunday afternoon when she asked if God and Jesus are in her heart. I assured her they are because of their great love for her. Later she felt her chest and excitedly said, “Grandma, I can feel my heart beeping. Does Jesus have a button in there?” When her mom went to feel the beeping, Brianna yelled, “Be careful, you’re squishing Jesus.” Brianna still feels that beeping in her heart—thanks to the teachers at Holy Cross Lutheran Church Preschool in Ojai, Calif.
Buried in homework
|Their first Sunday as empty nesters.|
In the children’s sermon at Gethsemane Lutheran Church
, Austin, Texas, the pastor was telling about the wonderful teachers he’d had, not only in public schools but also college and seminary. He paused and asked, “Does everyone know what a seminary is?” Ezra, 5, raised his hand and shouted, “Yeah, that’s where they put you when you die!”
David N. SmithHoly Batman
When our grandson, Morgan, 3, was learning to pray in Sunday school this is what he prayed: “Bless Superman, Batman, Spiderman and Aman.”
Battle Creek, Mich.
It would be easier ...
|“I was teaching the Sunday school class how God often uses imperfect people, and they wanted to see a real life example.”|
My grandson, Jackson, 3, and I were working in the garden and talking about family when he told me he had a cousin, Clayton. I asked if he had any other cousins. He replied: “Not yet, but Auntie Sara has a baby in her tummy.” He proceeded to ask: “Who put that baby in Auntie Sara’s tummy?” and I told him, “God put it there.” His response? “Why didn’t God just put Auntie Sara’s baby in a crib?”
Laura DenbrookHeavenly correspondence
Fergus Falls, Minn.
We received a letter from an elevator company stating, “We are very interested in fulfilling your vertical transportation needs.” We responded, “We want to thank you for your concern about our vertical transportation needs. We are Good Shepherd Lutheran Church
in Manistee, Mich., and we have our vertical transportation needs covered through Jesus.”
David A. BitlerUshering patience
I was frantically going through my purse looking for my offering envelope while the usher, “Merle,” waited patiently. Finally he leaned down and whispered, “I’ll be back next Sunday.”