I Don't Remember You
April 16, 2006

So, I'm sure a lot of Christian blogs around the blogosphere are babbling on about resurrection and joy and bunnies and chicks and new life.

I'm gonna tell a couple of kid stories instead.

Of course Easter often brings out folks who haven't been to church in a while, and today was no exception at our church. One couple, who'd missed the last several months while "Anita" went through a rough pregnancy and then finally delivered a whopping 9 pound "Alejo" (and she's a tiny woman). Finally getting back into the swing of things, they were there with both little Alejo and the now three-year-old "Matteo." Matteo and I had a great friendship going before the Alejo hiatus began ... I adore kids when they hit those "terrible twos and threes" and start expressing their personalities and independence. To me, they are just so much fun ... especially because that internal editor is turned off and they blurt out exactly what they mean (and generally what everyone else is thinking, but won't actually say).

So Matteo's being pretty good through a service that is a bit longer than normal until about the time for communion. He starts getting restless, trying to have conversations with the people around him, getting shushed and generally frustrated at every turn.

Then our pastor begins the words of institution ... "on their last night together .... broke bread, blessed it ... do this and remember me."

Matteo pipes up with that calculated look.

"I don't remember you."

Just loud enough to crack up people all around him but not actually loud enough to disturb the pastor and the whole service. Then he shoots me this goofy little gleam in his eyes and gives me that shit-eating grin ... little twerp knew that was going to get a rise out of everyone. ? And boy did it!

The second funny is one from my way-back files.

My mom is the kind of woman who very much prefers to fade into the background and not be noticed. So, having an outspoken and brash three-year-old (my sister, not me ... I was pretty quiet at that time), was a bit of a trial for her. My sister hadn't been in a while, being a little kid and something of a babbly one as well. So, we go, sit in a pew in the middle, but had to sit out toward the middle aisle, not Mom's favourite spot. Suddenly, the church got quiet, the procession started and the young-ish priest began walking down the aisle ... and my sister comes to attention. And asks a question in her ever-so-quiet stage whisper:

"Is that GOD?????"

The whole church broke up in giggles and of course the priest had to come see the little kid who thought he might be God once the service was over.

Ahhh, isn't it great to have that internal editor on your questions and thoughts?

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SGT Capozzi said:


Thought I would drop in and say Happy Easter. My apologies for not being around the Shoutbox but I have been busy at work. Trying to get out of Iraq. Take care.

April 16, 2006 6:32 PM


Gaymosexual said:

I commented on these posts in my blog too, but in my own, less eloquent fashion....

Fab blog mr!

April 18, 2006 6:59 PM


Cat said:

Ah, the innocence of a child. I just love that...I like how you describe that they don't have an "internal editor" yet. Lovely!

April 19, 2006 7:27 AM
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