I awoke this morning to the realization that it is up to me alone to be the spiritual cheerleader and help my boys get ready for church. I had planned ahead, and last night I laid out the boys' clothes and reminded them of Sunday School. So this morning,Dominic and Ethan woke up, came to my room and cuddled for a bit before they ran off to get dressed. "Easy, Peezy" I thought..."Thank you God!" I exclaimed. Then, off I pranced triumphantly to Alexander's room to wake him up. Rise and Shine! There was the grumpiest 9 year old, EVER! Everything was an argument. He didn't like the clothes I picked, he was cold, it's too early, he said. "Let's not forget", I said, "It's God's day". "I don't like God's day. I'm not going...I don't want to go to church!"
So we're at church(we made it). Dominic and Ethan are in their assigned classrooms and Alexander is with me. So it's my turn to do the child's liturgy. We begin our prayers and I read from Luke 9:28-36, The transfiguration or transformation of Jesus atop the mountain. Well, I ask my questions and they are answered by the children, those who listened,and then there is my son, attentively listening and eagerly raising his hand to answer the questions. He knew all the answers, referenced last weeks reading and even gave his own commentary on how the reading relates to our own lives. PHEWWW! What a morning...and what a transformation!
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