Today Christchurch’s pirate-themed vacation Bible school kicked off. I wasn’t going to be able to go to much of it, but for some inexplicable reason, I didn’t get scheduled until Saturday! Really odd, and really welcome. So I’ll be there every day, most likely.
It went well…I, of course, was there mostly for the excuse to dress up. I wore my pre-Raphaelite dress, with various fun accessories like my vouz medallion and mug, my Redwall satchel, a seashell necklace Keturah made me, etc. I think I looked reasonably piratical. It was hot, but I didn’t suffer until I got roped into playing octopus outside and won the first game. >.< No one had told me that when you won, you had to be it.
We didn’t get as many kids as we expected, but the ones that turned up were well-behaved and interested. One little girl, named Tabitha, I hadn’t met before. We were in the bathroom, she washing her hands, when suddenly-
“How many gods do you believe in?”
“Er..what was that?”
“How many gods do you believe in?”
“Oh. Only one. There is only one God.”
I waited, but she didn’t say anything, so I prompted.
“How many gods do you believe in?”
“Well, that’s good.”
“I thought you believed in two gods or something.”
“Er…no, just the one. Maybe you heard us talking about God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit? The trinity?”
Luckily, Mrs. Noonan showed up just then and I smoothly dumped the responsibility of explaining that theological conundrum. I’m not quite ready to explain the Trinity to six-year-olds…she smiled and used an apple analogy.

There wasn’t a whole lot for me to do, since I’d signed up late, so I ended up with the video camera, taping Than and the rest of the worship team up front, prancing about and doing motions to the songs. They did a good job, I know I wouldn’t have been able to swallow my affected dignity quite so well, even for the sake of a lot of impressionable kids.
Actually, I do have one other responsibility…Mom and I share custody (so to speak) of Crew #2. We have to escort them to their various stations. Mom’ll be gone most of the week, so they’ll be mine. I like our group; I think they’re about ages 5-8. One of the boys, Peter, is the sweetest chocolate-colored little boy I’ve ever met. I think we’ll be good friends.

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