Spiritual ADD

Sunday morning I taught one of my favorite lessons--the last supper. When the children arrived I met them at the door where they removed their shoes and put on a cloak. Then they found their place at the table. The tables had been dropped low to the ground and were covered with tablecloths. Each place was set with real plates, cups, and napkins (no paper stuff today). Votive candles were flickering. I had worked really hard.

As the story progressed, these were the comments.

"Are those real candles or the fake kind? I don't want a fire."

"Is that food? What is it? I hope it's good."

"You can't wash my feet. I'm wearing tights."

"That's not unleavened bread. It's a tortilla."

"What kind of meat is this? Really."

But there were also the others.

"I don't want to be Judas. He was bad."

"Why did Judas do that?"

"Jesus is the lamb?"

"Oh, this is like communion!"

"I know! The bread is like Jesus' body."

"It's grape juice. Like his blood."

They got it! And that makes a teacher's heart sing. Those moments make up for all the distractions and random comments.

It wasn't long before I also ate the bread and drank the cup. And as my mind wandered, I realized that I wasn't any different from the children.

"What are we going to do about lunch?"

"I wonder what the sermon is about today."

"Cute dress."

I think I have spiritual ADD. Why is it so hard to stay focused? I don't mean for my mind to be off chasing squirrels.

With a mental shake of the head, my thoughts come back where they belong.

"What an amazing sacrifice!"

"I love this sweet family."

"Thank you, Jesus!"

I do actually get it sometimes. And oh, how my heart sings!

"While they were eating, Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to his disciples..." Matthew 26:26