One of the things that Kelly and I like about our church is that each week we take communion, and each week we all go to the front and the kids are prayed for. It's a sweet picture of the leaders of the church blessing our kids.
Except, of course, when the kids are grumpy or obstinate about going forward. In which case the anticipation of a Hallmark moment gets replaced with a prayer that we get through the line quickly before I am forced to scoop up and carry out a child screaming like a ban chi in front of the whole church.
I was having just such a moment last Sunday with our 3-year-old, Zoe.
And as we approached the deacon who was serving the bread, he glanced at her countenance (furrowed brow, arms-crossed, bottom lip firmly in the pout position) and he glanced at my face (a mixture of stressed out and eye-roll at the drama), and he smiled wryly. He put his hand on her head and prayed thusly:
"May the Lord give you his Spirit of peace and gentleness, all the days of your life. Amen."
No doubt.
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