Saturday, June 01, 2013

Just Call Me Doctor Gullible

Sam: "Mommy, I wish you were a doctor."
Me: "I AM a doctor."
Sam: "No, I mean a REAL doctor."
Me: "I am a real doctor."
Sam: "No, a doctor who HELPS people."
Me: "I am a doctor who helps people."
Sam: "No, I mean a doctor who has tools."
Me: "I have tools. I have books, pens, a computer."
Sam: "No, a doctor who has tools like a stethoscope, finger pricks, and blood pressure. Trust me, Mommy, you are not a doctor."
Me: "What about that piece of paper that I have that SAYS I'm a doctor?"
Sam: "Mommy, you can't believe everything you read."

Kid's got a point.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Clara on the Greeks, Brits, Wesleyans, and Sesame Street

This evening I sent Clara to the hallway to pick out a bedtime book from the shelf. She returned with the Greek New Testament.

Me: "What's this book about, Clara?"
Clara: "Jesus and me."
Me: "Oh. Would you like to pick out another book?"
Clara: "Uh-huh."

Clara runs into the hallway and returns with The Book of Common Prayer.

Me: "What's this book about, Clara?"
Clara: "Jesus and Mama and Daddy."
Me: "Oh. Would you like to pick out another book?"
Clara: "Uh-huh."

Clara runs into the hallway and returns with The Wesleyan Church Discipline.

Me: "What's this book about, Clara?"
Clara: "Once upon a time a baby went--Wait! There no pictures."

We finally settled on Cookie Monster's Counting Book.

Saturday, December 01, 2012

Nativity Set Sam Style

Every Advent we forego the traditional birth narratives in favor of Revelations 12.**

Thanks, Sam. For more terrible nativity sets (aka AWESOME nativity sets), 
check out Marko's blog.

**Revelation 12: 1-5 "A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth. Then another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on its heads. Its tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth. The dragon stood in front of the woman who was about to give birth, so that it might devour her child the moment he was born.  She gave birth to a son, a male child, who 'will rule all the nations with an iron scepter.' And her child was snatched up to God and to his throne."

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Sam and the Old People

 Two weeks ago I hit a babysitting snafu and took Sam with me to lead a worship service at an assisted living home. Some delightful IWU students came along as well.

Sam explained to John: “Since the old people can’t come to church, we bring the church to them.”

We drove to the facility and once inside Sam made a beeline for the receptionist’s desk and asked, “Do you know where all the old people are who like little kids?” She pointed him towards the lobby where the small congregation was waiting.

Sam was eager to participate, so he sang a song (“Jesus Loves Me”), he recited a Bible verse (Genesis 1:1), and then he settled in next to Mary who interrupted the service every thirty seconds to announce, “Oh, he’s just so cute I could take him home.”

Part way through my sermon Sam realized I was sharing a story about him. He popped off his chair and made his way to my side. Grabbing my hand he interrupted and actually finished the illustration himself.

After this display of divine initiative he then asked, “Now can I preach about dinosaurs?”

Sam Drury, age 4: Wingman.

Sunday, September 02, 2012

Sam Wants to be Born Again

Sam: "Mommy, last night I prayed to be born again, but when I woke up it didn't work."

Me: "What do you mean?"

Sam: "I wanted to be born again but it didn't work."

Me: "Who talked to you about being born again?"

Sam: "You did a long time ago when you read that story from the Bible. But it doesn't work."


Me: "Sam, why did you want to be born again?"

Sam: "So I could go back in time and be little again."

Me: "Sam, I can see why you are confused. When the Bible talks about being born again it doesn't really mean that you become a baby again. They joke about that in the story."

Sam: "What does it mean?"

Me: "It means that your heart becomes brand new again. You become born again when Jesus is in charge of your whole entire life.

(It was at this point that Sam began to sob as his visions of time travel slowly unraveled. I wasn't quite sure how to console him.)

Me: "Would you like for me to read the story from the Bible where it talks about being born again so we can try to figure it out together?"

Sam: "No!" 

(Tears continue.)

Behold! The day of salvation is nigh. Just not quite "nigh" enough.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Moving Forward

Thank you for the kind comments concerning my grandfather. I'm looking forward to celebrating his life with my extended family next week in California.

Sam continues to improve, though the nights are tough. Poor guy. As hard as the surgery was on him, he had a number of comments that made us smile. His first coherent sentence in the recovery room was, "This is not a very special day for me." No, indeed.

When his Uncle Dave came to visit the first words out of Sam's mouth were, "How's Clara?"

On the drive home Sam requested a milk shake so we stopped at McDonald's. He quickly befriended another 4-year-old customer and upon our departure told her, "Maybe we can get married someday. I think we'd be natural friends." Love that boy.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Gratitude and Heavy Hearts

Dear Friends,

Thanks so much for your prayers for Sam's surgery. Despite a breathing hiccup on the front end, he seems to be quickly on the mend. Towards the end of our hospital stay a nurse asked Sam if he needed anything else. "Just a hug!" was his reply. Needless to say he quickly won over the staff. Above is a picture a few hours post-surgery when Gracie the therapy dog came for a visit.

Sadly, just before Sam was taken back to the operating room I learned that my grandfather passed away. I knew he was quite ill but was still surprised by the timing of his death. Assuming Sam continues on the same trajectory, the plan right now is for me to fly to California next week for the funeral.

While a trip out west is normally planned with great enthusiasm, this one comes upon me with a heavy heart.