Wednesday, July 28, 2010

What We Believe

In our church we have a monthly type of ecclesiastical open-mic session, where anyone who wishes can stand up and share a testimony with the congregation.

For the past couple of years we periodically practice this at home, with the idea of both ensuring that the kids are clear on what Mommy believes, spiritually speaking, and giving them the opportunity to practice for a future time when they might want to try a more public forum.

Monday for Family Home Evening we held another family testimony share.

Grace's went something like this:

"I want to bear my testimony. I know Jesus lives. I know God lives. What else do I say? Oh yeah--I love my mom. I love my family. The end. Um, wait, I mean...what do I say? Oh wait, I know--um, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

Mia polished hers up.

"I want to bear my testimony. I know that Heavenly Father answers my prayers and everyone's prayers in the whole world. I know that Jesus loves me. And everyone else in the whole world. I have a testimony that Jesus is the Savior. The Redeemer. What are other names we call Him? I don't remember. I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

Mercie played the diplomat.

"I want to bear my testimony. I know that things are true. And other things are true, too. And things that other people believe are true, too. And the things that we all believe are true. And that's all."

Eric went straight from the heart.

"I wanna bear my testimony. Um, what's a testimony again? (It's things you know are true). Oh yeah. Um, I know Heavenly Father is true. I know Jesus is real. I know Santa is real. And Bob the Builder. And the reindeer. And Lady Gaga. The end."

I think Eric is overdue for a Mother-Son chat.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Who Needs An Ego Anyway?

Mia: "What are you looking at? Who are all those pictures?"

Mommy: "This lady. The dentist said I look just like her" (this is why I love my dentist and plan to stick with him until he retires in fifty years). "What do you think, Mia?"
Mia looks at the 50+ images spread across my computer.
Mia: "You only look like this one."
Mommy: "You just got cut from the will, kid."
Mia: "It's okay--I'm pretty sure she's a nice witch, just like you."