It’s been a nice Christmas. Saturday night I took my two youngest kids to a Christmas Eve service. Our church service started at 5 and we were going to be late, so we went to a Methodist Church up the street where I know the pastor and lots of members.
As Baptists, my kids have never taken part in communion. Baptists believe one must be saved to take the Lord’s supper, and since my kids go to children’s church this was their first communion service. The church was packed and the kids were well behaved.
At the time of communion, Delaney, my 6 year old daughter wanted to participate. We went forward and I told them to kneel at the altar so the pastor could give us the bread and juice. I suppose my son heard “this is my blood” when the pastor spoke of the juice and probably didn’t process or understand the word “symbolic”, because when the pastor brought us the juice Trey looked frightened and asked, very loudly “WHAT IS IT?”
I tried to explain but despite the seriousness of the time of communion, it was hard not to laugh seeing the confusion on their faces. But the funniest moment was still to come.
Once we got back to our seats, the congregation began lighting candles that each person would hold as we sang “Silent Night” and bring the service to a conclusion. This is always a meaningful time for me as each person holds their candle up as we sing. I don’t know if there’s a better demonstration of a church family than during this song.
Well, during the preaching Trey had totally destroyed the drip-guard that is wrapped around each candle to protect your hands from dripping wax. I tried to tell him to leave it alone, but boredom breeds busy fingers.
After the flame was passed to each of us and the congregation was singing, Trey lifted his candle and sang along. It was quiet in the church except for the singing. It was an emotional moment for each person in the church. But….. before the second verse the wax began to drip. And since Trey’s drip-guard lay somewhere crumpled on the floor, his 10-year old hand took the wax head-on.
So, while we sang my 10-year old son felt the hot wax and shouted “HOLY….”
I cringed, thinking what might come next after the years of watching cable television and his “Smokey and the Bandit” DVD.