VBS occurs the third week of July at our church. It’s a highlight of the summer, possibly the year. I think my girls really like it too.
I teach or I wrangle or , as in this year, I led the opening and closing program as ”Queen Neen” a loud, repetitive alter-ego, who consistently had the program sequence scrawled on her left hand in green sharpie. Not my best work, but, wow, it was fun.
VBS reminds me, when I need it most what I love about the church. I get to be a part of the community functioning in so many different ways with one clear goal. I see children welcomed with the enthusiasm level of an (appropriate) half-time show. I hear the children responding with the assurance that they are safe, they are loved and this is place of hope and possibility.
The book of Matthew consists of five major sermons. It’s a manual of discipleship with solid, steady hard teaching that marches on only to be interrupted, at the very start of chapter 18. Right after Jesus discusses heavy topics like the temple tax, his death and resurrection, and is, you know, transfigured, when questioned about greatness, he grabs a child and says “unless you change and become like children…you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”
I don’t know how your year is going but mine has required some heavy marching.VBS interrupted the complexity of it all. Each one of those catchy Bible points I needed to hear. I’m not sure, theologically speaking, there’s anything they leave out.
Every day, this same boy came up to me and said “Queen NEEN! What we really need to have is a dance contest!!!” I would nod “YES WE DO.” I was never quite able to fit him doing the inchworm in between the memory verse and Bible point but I love that he knew that this place, this moment was totally ripe for full body celebration.I have to believe when he, and all 400 of them, got their place on the stage the last night, that he found enough room to dance. He was such a reminder of all that is uninhibited childhood and why Jesus called desperately for more of it.
It was a great week. I guess, sometimes I just don’t know what I need until I find myself standing on stage in a robe, holding a scepter, trying to remember verses from the New Living Translation (impossible).