Last week was a our VBS at the Church. It was an awesome experience, as it always is. Our VBS isn’t a typical “make some arts and crafts” VBS, we do a sports skills camp. Each day we focus on one sport; basketball Mondays, volleyball Tuesdays, flag football Wednesdays, etc. Which makes our church the place to be every summer. And we offer it for $10 a kid FOR THE WEEK! Gives us $10, drop off your kid, go have lunch with your girlfriends, return to find your kids have run all the energy out them just in time for an afternoon nap.
You’re welcome mommies.
But we also have the typical singing songs, memory verses, and of course Bible stories in skit format. That has always been my favorite part. I round up a few youth group members, especially the Jr. High students who were most recently participants of VBS themselves. We tell the Bible stories through horrific acting, forgetting lines, and plenty of slap stick comedy. I usually play the bad guy, a bumbling Goliath, an idiot Pharisee, the self-righteous priest in the Good Samaritan story. I over-act as much as possible. I get as ridiculous as possible. And the kids love it. Every year the kids love it.
Joshua and middle child have a blast too. I was watching them all last week. Playing with all their friends in a friendly, not-too-competitive environment. Jumping up and down, singing songs, grinning ear to ear, laughing at daddy be a crazy bad guy. Princess seemed confused as mommy held her in the back of room. She certainly wanted to play volleyball, but you can imagine this little toddler trying to catch a volley ball in mid air. Hilarious. But all the kids seemed to actually want her to play with them.
And our church pulls together for this. We got old people filling water bottles and making snacks. We’ve got people with no kids help families with registering. We’ve got teenagers coaching kids on how to dribble a basketball. We even get a few dads to take vacation to oversee things.
It’s sooo much fun. It’s sooo successful. And this is probably the last year I’ll be doing this. That sucks. My kids probably won’t have this type of experience again, and they certainly won’t have daddy running it all. I kept thinking all last week about how much I’m going to miss my church.
I’ve gotten to the point where I no longer miss God (most of the time) but yeah, I’m going to miss everything about this church. I’m going to miss occasionally playing piano while laughing at the drummer’s stupid puns. I’m going to miss watching my kids on the church lawn run around with kids of all different ages. I’m going to miss drinking bad coffee with people I only see once a week, but I enjoy seeing them at least once a week. And to think that all of this was my “job”.
Side note: No, there are no U/U churches in my area
I was also thinking about the musical experience. The only instrument I knew before I went to church was the piano. I have since learned guitar, bass, and drums. As for the drums, that is an instrument I have exclusively played in a church setting. I have never played the drums anywhere other than church. Which made me think; wow, I was really banking on church for my kids musical education and experience.
My kids love church. It is often the highlight of their week. An excellent opportunity for socialization. A chance to run around and be kids. And we’re leaving that. That just really makes me sad.
Sorry for the errors. I didn’t get a chance to edit.