We were listening!
Hands on Spiritual training. |
Really.
On Sundays our family regularly attended church.
For three hours.
It was divided into three sections.
Sacrament meeting, the most sacred.
Sunday School. The 'classroom' portion.
And Relief Society. The Women class.
The men also had their class, but who paid attention?
Moving on . . .
The class portions of our meetings were usually quite lively.
Sleep was impossible.
But the Sacrament portion, the most sacred meeting, featured speakers taken from the congregation.
Some were fantastic.
Some . . . weren't.
On those occasions, sleep was not only possible, but inevitable.
Distraction was needed.
Oh , nothing that would detract from the sacred spirit or nature of the meeting. Just something that would keep the hands busy, while freeing the mind to concentrate on the speaker.
At least that was the theory.
Some kids looked at picture books featuring the Saviour.
Some had picture books featuring other things, like animals.
Some had dry cereal fed to them. One cheerio at a time.
Some played quietly with toys.
The operative word there, was 'quietly'.
My brother and I drew.
Pictures.
We took turns.
I would draw something silly.
He would reciprocate.
We kept our giggles to a minimum. Mom had been known to snatch and stash our drawing equipment without warning.
But as long as we were quiet, she was satisfied that we were soaking in what needed to be soaked.
So to speak.
It got us through many a dry meeting.
And I think we still learned a few things . . .
Forward several years.
To my own children.
Who entertained themselves hugely with pencil and paper.
In Sacrament meeting.
They were a bit more creative than my brother and I had been . . .
Caitlin drew fantasy pictures of dragons and unicorns.
Tiana drew episodes of Intiana Jones, a tiny stick figure with a hat and whip.
And Erik reciprocated with installments of Superik.
Supposedly called sup-ERIK, but which his sister-in-law titled SUPER-ik.
I will admit, here, that the stories they created were not as spiritually uplifting as what was being said at the pulpit.
But often more entertaining.
What did they get from those meetings?
Well . . . they still attend.
With pad and pencil in one hand and their childrens' hand in the other.
But they are attending.
Spiritual training and umm . . . tradition, all in one package.
It's a good thing.
Superik to the rescue! |
I know what you mean Diane... there are some speakers that are not as riveting as others... I let both my children read or draw... There is nothing wrong with that...
ReplyDeleteI definitely agree! :)
DeleteI should have tried that method in the endless, mindless, boring meetings I attended at work.
ReplyDeleteDoodling. Makes the time go by. Keeps the doodler awake!
DeleteChurch isn't a place I have spent much time. I was christened in a church, married in a church and I've been there for a couple of weddings and a funeral. That's it for me.
ReplyDeleteAs kids, we did go to Sunday School for a few weeks mid year, that ensured our invitations to the Sunday School picnic, but after a few years we gave up on that too.
And see all of the arts and crafts time you missed?! :)
DeleteThere wasn't any arts and crafts apart from pasting that week's text onto little bits of cardboard. The really little kids got to colour in pictures, but we older kids just read from bible themed story books. I found it incredibly boring.
DeleteLove it. I wish I could get my kids to draw unicorns or Superik instead of the ruckus we usually have.
ReplyDeleteHeehee! Ruckus. We get that too . . .
DeleteHey! I also drew other animals!
ReplyDeleteAnd elves and fairies! Don't forget them!
Believe it or not, the doodling actually helped me listen. Doodling requires exactly zero brain power...
I'll stop here before I get myself in trouble...
Too late...
DeleteWe were given Juicy Fruit. :-) To chew quietly.
ReplyDeleteI can still smell that gum and think I'm in church.
Pearl
Juicy Fruit! Genius! Of course you chewed quietly. And didn't stick it to your brother or glue the pages of the hymn book together or anything like that . . .
DeleteI don't think I could write/receive notes without giving myself away laughing!
ReplyDeleteIt was a challenge. There was lots of sniggering going on.
DeleteOh, the great memories of sitting in church together when we were young...er!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Chris
Heehee! Why is it that I remember George's chrysler-morphing-into-a-tank picture, but can't remember what the person up at the pulpit was saying?
DeleteOur parents sent us to Sunday School from kindergarten on. It was half way to our elementary school, so it's not like we didn't know the way. We were big enough to go to church somewhere around age nine or ten, or earlier if so inclined. I could manage the sermon for all the rest, and actually I really liked our minister and his wife, who presided all my early years, until I was 17.
ReplyDeleteYou're way ahead of me! Isn't it amazing how some people just know how to speak. And make it interesting?!
Deleteya it's good to listen. Something stays behind. They will hear so many things in life so why not about God and goodness.
ReplyDeleteThey say that once you skip a generation or two people don't know God or have any use for him. but he is still there and it is nicer when you do know him.
Amen, LL. Amen.
DeleteI hope the "tradition" of spiritual training continues even further down the generations!
ReplyDeleteOh, so do I. I've noticed several of my grandchildren sitting in church with pencils and notebooks. I think we're on the way . . .
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