So our 8th grader fill-in did great on the Children’s Sermon. She had a glass mostly full of water and then handed out rocks to all of the children. She talked about how sometimes we think our lives aren’t full enough, like the glass of water, and when that happens we should count our blessings (the rocks). She then invited the kids to take turns and come up and place their rocks in the water and as they did to say something they are thankful for.
Of course the idea was that the glass would overflow because of the water displaced by the rocks.
All of the kids would put a rock in and say something they were thankful for and then go sit down.
One of the people who had come up front for the children’s sermon was ‘Michael’ (3) and his Daddy who was holding Michael’s 7 month old sister, ‘Julie’. When it came around to Michael’s turn he just stood there and wouldn’t budge. Around and around the kids went and the water moved its way to the top of the cup but didn’t go over.
The whole event started to drag out and the kids were running out of things to say (I knew things were getting desperate when one of the kids mentioned me). STILL the water refused to overflow and STILL Michael would have none of it as his father began to struggle with keeping Julie quiet and away from the stones he held in his hands.
Eventually the kids threw in their last rocks and all eyes soon rested on Michael and family who were the only ones with rocks left and the cup had still not overflowed.
With the pressure mounting Michael’s Dad stood up with Julie, walked over, dropped all of their pebbles into the cup and in a baby voice said, “breast milk.”
The cup… and the laughter overflowed.