This past Sunday was our church's nine year anniversary. The focus of the week was a passage in Isaiah talking about God as the potter and how we are the clay. As part of the anniversary celebration, a potter was brought in. He worked on his pottery in the rotunda between services and answered questions. Edmund and I spent several minutes watching the potter at work before going to HopeTown (similar to Sunday School). In HopeTown the children had the opportunity to work with clay and play-doh. Edmund loves all types of dough so this was a big hit.
After church each Sunday I ask Edmund what he did. He generally replies "I played with motorcycles." His classroom has toy motorcycles and playing with them is the highlight of his Sunday morning. After that I'll generally just say "did you learn about God and Jesus?" He'll then reply "yeah okay."
This Sunday for some reason we didn't go through our normal discourse directly after church. However, when Steven got home I started in.
"Edmund did you learn about God in church today?"
"Yeah, okay."
"What did God make, Edmund?"
"A pot."
Edmund may be slightly off in his theology, but hey, at least we've moved past motorcycles.
