Reverently Irreverent

August 30, 2009


Ahh, the reverent ceremony that is the Lord's Supper. Surely you recall the last adventure with the hair, yes? Well, we observed it again tonight with different, yet still giggle-inducing results.

Usually Luke sits in between my Mom and Dad during church. Since Mom is at home taking care of Dad (who is doing remarkably well after his surgery--thanks for your prayers...), they weren't there tonight. Luke sat in between Jason and I. Since Jason is a Deacon, he had to help serve the bread and cups of juice.

I knew right away that Luke was a little too feisty. He had already eaten all the mints out my purse and one of Jason's cough drops and was complaining that he was STARVING to DEATH (in the dramatic way that only Luke can express). When I passed the bread plate across him, he leaned over and shout-whispered "Hey, I almost grabbed that whole plate and ate it all."

So I shushed him and hugged him tight to my side.

He hungrily stared at the bread in my hand as I made an attempt at being reverent. "Hey, Mommy? I am going to get babibipitized next Sunday, okay?" I smiled and hugged him a little closer.

As soon as the bread was gone, Luke leaned over and shout-whispered, "Mommy, when I am in 2nd grade, I will just go to the gym and wait on you to come in and pick me up. I won't worry if you are late..."

"Not the time, Luke," I mouthed as I prayed not to drop the drink tray that was coming my way.

I held the tiny cup of juice in my hand and thought about the sacrifice Jesus made...just as Luke leaned over and shout-whispered, "Hey, is that JUICE? That smells like JUICE! Is that GRAPE juice? I LIKE grape juice."

I nodded silently and stifled a giggle, all without cracking a smile.

At the designated time, I drank my juice, realizing one millisecond too late that I still had a honey-lemon cough drop in my mouth.

I don't recommend that.

Luke looked up at my grimace and smiled as he shout-whispered, "If that wasn't grape juice, what WAS it?"

I love that silly boy.