“Did you hear what your son did in Awana Sunday night?” My friend asked.
I pulled out a chair from my kitchen table and slumped down waiting for the bomb. Why my kid? I knew in my stomach, the place that flip-flops with a mother’s sixth sense, that my son ‘said’ something, not ‘did’ something.
A virus runs through the FringeFamily that is immune to anti-viral medication. It’s called diarrhea of the mouth.
I hope your children don’t catch it.
If you’re not familiar with the program, Awana is a children’s club. Kids memorize Bible verses, play games, and enjoy competitions with other clubs. Churches usually run the program and my kids have been attending for the better part of their childhood. Two hours without children is the best part of Awana. I hope my kids can attend until they are eighteen.
During assembly time, the leader asked the large group of children to tell him some Bible verses about love. It was the eve of the largest love campaign in America – Valentine’s Day.
I know the leader expected the children to say, “God is love.”
“For God so loved the world…”
“Love your neighbor…”
My son, the preacher’s kid, stood up. With Bible in hand, he read…
“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.” Song of Solomon 1:2
Every adult doubled over in fits of laughter.
My son, my son.
P.S. I still don’t have my computer.