My friend, Suzanne, of Privet and Holly posted today about an event she helped plan for her church, where families bring their dogs for a prayer of blessing.
As I was reading it, a sweet memory came to my mind of one of our summers in Europe. We were working in a church in England with our team of 90 highschool students.
Sunday morning we attended church with the lovely folks who had been hosting us. It was more liturgical than I was used too and the communion wine was real (shocking back then!). And it was a wonderful morning.
During the communion time, each person went forward to receive it from the pastor. I was surprised to see rows and rows of wee children going forward to receive communion, too.
That afternoon, Dave and I were hosted for lunch in the beautiful manse and enjoyed visiting with the pastor and his family. I asked him about the really young kids having communion.
I was deeply touched by his answer. "Oh, Glenda, they are not having communion. I think they are still too young. But we want them to feel a part of the experience and feel loved."
"When the wee kids come forward, I give them a Smartie (like an m & m), put my hand on their heads and pray a special blessing over them."
I suddenly wanted to be a kid growing up in that church. I love pastors that just simply "get it."
Do you have happy childhood memories of church?
Linking to Jen and the ever growing Soli Sisters, with whom I would enjoy having communion.