Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I ALREADY KNOW HOW THIS STORY ENDS. . . .

We recently visited my family in Dallas over the Easter break. On the Saturday before Easter, we went to an Easter Egg Hunt at my aunt's church. When we arrived, the children were lining up behind the roped-off area for their appropriate age division. As we started to walk the kids over to find their age group, a woman from the church came over and asked everyone to first go gather at the pavilion so that the minister could tell the kids the story of Easter before the egg hunt. I took Aleita's hand and started to walk with her over to the pavilion. On the way, we passed all of the playground equipment. Aleita looked at it longingly.

"Can I go play on that?" she asked.

"Not right now," I said, "They want to tell you the Easter story and then you can hunt for eggs," I explained.

"The story about Jesus?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"The one where they nail him to the cross?"

"Yes," I answered.

"The one where they roll away the rock and he's not there?"

"Yes," I answered.

"I know that story," she said, "I'm gonna go play until they're done."



3 comments:

Jacquelyn Byrne said...

This cracked me up! I especially like your accompanying photo.

papadale said...

the girl just has a way with words, so, how was the playground?

uncle doug said...

Once again Aleita sees the world in her own unique way. No namby-pamby conformity for that girl, thank you very much.