And Eat It, Too

Nothing quite says humble thyself as effectively as little boys. After Sunday service today, I went over to my dad's church to wait for the parents. Since they still had things going on, I sat with some four and five year olds during their Sunday school hour. They were cute little boys I hadn't seen in awhile but who were always adorable and lovely when they were younger. I at first talked with Elise, who warmed up to me after I helped her draw her balloon. Feeling confident, I turned to the boys around us and that was when little David remarked, "You're an old man." Little Jeffrey, who was sweet, quiet, shy little Jeffrey the last time I saw him, also found it hilarious and repeated the claim. And then Timothy joined in, too. But I hung in there and by the end of the hour, I had the boys eating out of my hands. But not literally. Because that's sort of gross.

Humbling pie, of course, can be dealt by grown ups, too. Like Pastor Paul. He decided he wanted to pick on Lenny today (he of the bald head rub, I think), but when he realized that Lenny had not yet come, he had the entire congregation rehearse shouting "Lenny was late" on his command. And when poor Lenny finally arrived, he was dealt two embarrassments, one for tardiness, and one for something about his truck. Pastor Paul's humor scares me.