We attended our second required baptism class this past Sunday. I feel as if I maintained my open mindedness as I quietly sat and listened with Maly on my lap. The high points of our second class (for yours truly) were:
- Elise approached the fill-in teacher from our last class and had him write the “Bwana, anakuita” song on a peice of notebook paper AND sing it to me quietly in close quarters. I felt very dirty afterwards.
- Our teacher pointed out that she is the church’s webmaster
- There is a liturgical calendar that I was not aware of. Here all along I thought liturgical were the books that doctors had to buy to learn how to use scalpels.
- Our teacher pointed out that she is the church’s webmaster
- Cheese, crackers and Tropicana orange juice
- Our teacher pointed out that she is the church’s webmaster
Our teacher went on to tell us that we, as parents, must become the priest or priestess of the house.
“It is your responsibility to set a good example for your children and tell them the story of Jesus”
Elise leaned over and whispered, “I’ll go buy the Lincoln Logs.”