Being the good little preacher’s kid that he is, Stockton has officially made it through his first liturgical season.
Stockton went to church for the first time on Ash Wednesday. It was a beautiful service, albeit, a little surreal. Walking forward with your newborn in your arms to receive ashes, reminds you just how fragile life is. Then, watching your newborn receive the imposition of ashes, makes you want to turn and run the other way yelling, “No, you will never return to dust!” But alas, Stockton received his ashes with all the faith and wisdom that comes from being with God so recently.
After Ash Wednesday, we missed a few Sundays, since Robert was sick and we were still getting the hang of things. On the first Sunday morning that we were home and actually aware that it was Sunday and we were playing hooky, we sat at the table, enjoying our coffee and leisurely breakfast, and said, “I can see the appeal in this. No wonder so many people like to stay home on Sunday mornings and chillax!” But then we remembered how wonderful our church is and how good they have been to us and we knew that the relaxing Sunday mornings aren’t as wonderful as going to church. Really, no sarcasm intended at all in that statement!
Holy Week was one of my first weeks back at work and Stockton was a trooper, helping to supervise all the activities going on. He helped set up the Spirituality Centers and even walked the labyrinth. He also helped get all the crafts ready for the Easter Egg Hunt! He stayed home with Daddy during the Maundy Thursday and Good Friday services, since they interrupted bath time and story time. I mean really, God doesn’t supersede bath time. Cleanliness is next to godliness, right?
Finally we made it all the way through to Easter. And, being the amazing gifted and brilliant child that he is, Stockton all ready knows all the answers to the mystery of the resurrection.