Yesterday, right before the start of an Easter egg hunt at church, one of my kids muttered, “This is going to be World War 3.”
I instantly wanted to earmuff Jesus, hopeful that maybe he missed that comment. I’m pretty positive my child, who I won’t name in this story because then I’d have to give her a dollar for the rights, heard me say that first. Or at the bare minimum I gave her the impression at some point that Easter egg hunts were a competition to be won. That the Acuffs go hard or go home when it comes to Easter eggs.
Just the way Jesus intended Easter to be.
Even worse than that, one of my kids said this recently as we were walking out of church, “You know what the worst part of being a pastor’s kid is?”
Since I am a pastor’s kid I assumed she was going to just say, “Elders.”
Or, “Everyone at the church knowing what you are up to and telling your dad when you got out of line.”
Or, “Feeling jaded because you sometimes see the ugly side of the church.”
Granted, every one of those would have been pretty perceptive for a child to say.
Instead, my daughter said, “The worst part is that you have to go to church every Sunday. Ugh.”
Again, I looked up to heaven in that moment, expecting a child sized lightning bolt to fall out of the sky.
Fortunately no such thing happened. The funny thing is my kid’s aren’t done saying crazy things I hope Jesus doesn’t hear. Neither are yours.
What’s something crazy your kid has said or you said when you were a kid that hopefully Jesus didn’t hear?
