Monday, September 17, 2012
Give Me Your Money!
So yesterday, my roommate and I were scheduled to teach Sunday school at church, and we taught the story of the Prodigal Son, talking about how because of Jesus, God always welcomes us back with joy no matter what we have done. After we finished telling the story, we talked about it, memorized a verse, and then decorated party hats to remind us of the love of the Father.
It was going great; everyone seemed like they understood...and then the parents came. A dear four-year-old boy walked up to his dad, pointed at him, and said, "Give me your money!"
His dad looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"
This sweet boy answered, "Give me your money so I can run away and then I can have a birthday when I come back!"
Well. I suppose knowing the story counts for something, right?