Out of the Mouths of Babes . . .
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Last Sunday I was at a potluck with some friends from church. We were celebrating the one-year anniversary of a three-and-a-half year search for a pastor for our church. (Did that sentence even make sense? The committee searched for 3 1/2 years, found a new pastor, he started a little over a year ago, and now we are celebrating. Got it?)
Anyway, we concluded the afternoon with a short time of prayer--you know, when anyone who feels like praying can go ahead and pray, but which also means some long periods of awkward silence while we wait for the next person to pray--and I think one little guest was getting a little antsy because, during one quiet moment, she looked at her dad and said, "Amen, Daddy?!"
We were pretty much done after that.
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Earlier this week as B and Maggie and I were driving home from a dinner we had just attended, Maggie said, "Gee, I hadn't seen 'Susie' since basketball season. She's really changed."
"How so?" I asked.
"In just three months she got both braces and acne!"
Anyway, we concluded the afternoon with a short time of prayer--you know, when anyone who feels like praying can go ahead and pray, but which also means some long periods of awkward silence while we wait for the next person to pray--and I think one little guest was getting a little antsy because, during one quiet moment, she looked at her dad and said, "Amen, Daddy?!"
We were pretty much done after that.
Earlier this week as B and Maggie and I were driving home from a dinner we had just attended, Maggie said, "Gee, I hadn't seen 'Susie' since basketball season. She's really changed."
"How so?" I asked.
"In just three months she got both braces and acne!"
