Between a a meal in the fellowship hall and a slide show that followed in the sanctuary, my little girl got up on the altar, stood behind the communion table and began preaching to the 20 or so people who'd started to straggle into the sanctuary. At the top of her lungs she said things like, "You guys, the King said we could come to his house!" "A cross--Jesus died on the cross!" And "You guys should pray." I told the Pastor that I think she's trying to take his job.
|(The photo, by the way, is of her eating her Dunkin Donut hash browns in the church foyer before Sunday school began)|