So, for those who don't know, years ago I started posting fun little things that happened in our little homeschool family, and called them Homeschooler Moments. (you can search in the "bar" to the right if you'd like to find some of them). I numbered these for awhile, then fell away, then forgot the numbering, etc.
Now, the oldest three have all graduated and we only have the 11-year-old left. Not that he isn't the inspiration for many, many fun little moments. Case in point. This weekend we took a little family getaway, and the youngest was a bit cranky on Saturday morning. His sister asked if he slept well. He said, "I slept well. I just didn't wake up good." And then when I said I would post this on facebook, he says, "please refer to me with cryptic initials." Ahh, what a kid. But I digress.
With the others having graduated, I thought my chance for these posts would be over. But I had a conversation with my eldest that made me consider creating a "Graduate Edition." So here it is.
I was discussing with my daughter some of the struggles I have in dealing with benevolent requests at church. I want to help those in need. I just get frustrated with those who act like we "owe" them help.
Like the lady who called in wanting me to pay her electric bill right away because they shut it off and she needed electric for her kids. I shared with her our benevolent ministry process and told her it would be a day or two before we could arrange everything. And she wasn't very happy, and acted like coming down to the church and filling out our application was such an inconvenience. I wanted to remind her that with our electric company policies, she had to have known at least two weeks ago, minimum, that this would happen. Why didn't she call me then? Anyway...
I was venting frustration to my daughter, ranting about how people have no time for God or the church, but when they need a bill paid, they come running and demanding we pay it for them. And I said that I think folks really misunderstand this whole "cup of water" thing that Jesus called us to.
To which she said: "You know, Jesus never said it had to be in the cup when you gave it to them. You could just throw it in their face." This is why my daughter should be president of this group.
(She also went into a little schtick making fun of some of the extreme charismatic wackos saying something about "spraying them with a Holy Ghost water gun" or something)
Well, I guess you have to blame the girl's parents, don't you? But I have to admit, I did laugh rather robustly when she said it, so....