December 28, 2006

Kids, can’t live with them, can’t live…hmmm what is the point I’m trying to make here? We must be doing something right with our five children because our oldest son was asked if he would like to preach a sermon at the congregation where we worship. He accepted and actually did an outstanding job. We were so proud of him and it almost made me forgive him for nearly driving me crazy in the wee hours before his sermon.

He had been advised to arrive at the church building a few hours before the service to practice his lesson. About twenty minutes before we were to leave I told him it was time to get ready. On my way out to the car, I came through the family room and noticed him. He was still in front of the TV! I gently reminded him to, “GET IN THE CAR NOW!! It wasn’t long before he came out in his pants and socks. And when I say pants and socks, I mean only pants and socks. He was carrying everything else. As he walked he constantly dropped things. As he would pick up his shoes, he’d drop his tie. As he picked up his tie, he’d drop his shirt and on it went all the way out. I reminded myself that in a few years, countless therapy sessions, and a lot of prayers I would be able to laugh at this. Halfway to the building he mentioned something about his shirt and I quickly turned to look at him. He looked like he was wearing a blow up outfit. The child, in all his wisdom, thought since he couldn’t find one of his own shirts, he’d wear one of my husbands. For those of you who donโ€™t know my husband, he is remarkably larger than our eldest child. I’m not exaggerating when I say the shirt hung down to his knees and he looked ridiculous! For a split second I considered letting him preach that way, but since people know he belongs to us I quickly changed my mind.

I took him back home and gave him twenty seconds to get something decent on. He didn’t do so well so I helped him. He wasn’t thrilled. We finally got back to the building and the young men, who were leading the service, were already practicing so the door was locked. Before he got out I asked him if he had brushed his hair. He said matter of factly, “I have before, but not today.” Quietly, I took a deep breath and whispered, “Get out.” I left my oldest child standing at the church building knocking and knowing that someone would eventually open the door. After all, we are having a potluck later.

As I drove away I thanked God for the patience he continually grants me then remembered the advice that a sweet, godly woman gave me a few years ago: Grandchildren are your reward for letting your teenagers live.

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6 Comments Add your own

  •    Paul  |  December 28th, 2006 at 4:07 pm     Reply

    Hilarious. Great blog.

  •    Milly  |  December 28th, 2006 at 6:12 pm     Reply

    Cool that he was preaching. Great job, I now have a teen Iโ€™ve noted that something odd happens to the brain when they turn 13.

  •    Ancient Wanderer  |  December 28th, 2006 at 8:05 pm     Reply

    Sounds like a Nimrod in the making ๐Ÿ˜‰

    My son has preached twice. He says its not something he wants to do “for a living”.

    How do you feel about your boy being a preacher? I have to admit I am torn.

  •    Paula Harrington  |  December 28th, 2006 at 8:15 pm     Reply

    I hope all three of my boys preach full-time. If not full-time then part-time and I hope my girls are preacher’s wives. In fact, I think everyone should be a preacher or a preacher’s wife just once in their lifetime ๐Ÿ™‚

  •    Royce Ogle  |  December 29th, 2006 at 1:54 am     Reply

    I have long contended that children under the age of 10 are numb from the neck down. (They can play outside in shorts in 25 degree weather with a 30 mph wind.)

    And after 11 years of age they are numb from the neck up.(Is any explanation needed?)

    Funny stuff Paula!

    Grace and Peace,
    Royce Ogle

  •    gallagher  |  September 11th, 2007 at 1:20 pm     Reply

    Great words!

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