Tonight's post must be short and sweet, as I have just returned from VBS quite worn out. Here is the best anecdote of the evening.
Last night, I taught the four-year-olds the story of Elijah's contest. For those unfamiliar with the story, Elijah challenges the priests of the pagan gods.
"Listen up," he says (or I like to think that he says it that way). "We are going to build two altars, one for your god and one for mine. Then we will ask each of the gods to send down fire and burn up our sacrifices. The one who sends fire is the real God."
Of course, Elijah's God sends the fire, and the pagans acknowledge him as the true God.
Here's the point: in order to illustrate the false god "idol" of the pagans, I grabbed the first animal statue that I found in our house. It happened to be a handsome wooden elephant that we had collected on our honeymoon. I placed that elephant on the altar of the false god, and explained to the preschoolers that these people thought that they could pray to the elephant statue and get fire. They had a good laugh about that silly elephant.
Tonight, another teacher took over with a different story. She began by reviewing what we had learned the previous night. I believe she asked something like: "What happened when Elijah called down fire?"
That was when one of the kids said, "Jesus was an elephant!"
You win some, you lose some.