When Taking Your Kids to Church Makes You Lose Your Religion

Tonight I took four children to a special church service that was supposed to focus our hearts on the season of Lent, but instead of centering my mind on Jesus, I lost my religion. It’s kind of unfortunate when that happens, especially in God’s house.


I should have known from the get-go that things were doomed. As we walked into the candlelit room, we were each handed a small piece of paper. These scraps were meant to be written on and nailed to the wooden cross at the front of the room, part of a public profession of personal sacrifice during the Lenten season. Ours, of course, were immediately folded into paper airplanes and covered in drawings of butts. Farting butts.

We found a seat. A front-row seat, because kids don’t know that any self-respecting churchgoer doesn’t sit on the front row, otherwise known as the spit zone. In retrospect I realize I shouldn’t have conceded to sitting front and center, but hindsight’s overrated, so…

The service was held in the chapel at our church. It’s an old room, and it’s full of pews and stained glass. While people around us prayed and listened to beautiful piano music in anticipation of the service starting, I attempted to keep my children from leaping over the backs of the pews like tiny hurdle-jumpers. They’re not used to having multiple Bibles and pens at their disposal during church, and they immediately began yanking books out of the pew racks and drawing more butts on the church’s offering envelopes.

As this was all happening, another service attendee nailed his piece of paper to the wooden cross at the foot of the stage, and my kids’ attention immediately snapped to what was going on. Suddenly they felt extremely spiritual and were sure that they, too, wanted to make a sacrifice for Lent (so they could write it down and nail it to the cross). They, of course, had to get clean pieces of paper, because we weren’t going to be nailing farting butts to the cross of Christ. 

My seven-year-old son wrote “VIDEO GAMES” on his paper. He held it out proudly to me, and I looked at him in shock. “You want to fast from video games for the next 40 days in order to focus more on Jesus?” I asked him incredulously.

“Wait, huh?” he asked, confused.

It didn’t take me long to realize that he didn’t understand what the purpose of the paper was. He thought he was writing down something he was thankful for. VIDEO GAMES. #SMH

I stifled my laughter and told him, “Buddy, I think it’s GREAT that you want to give up your video game time on the weekends from now ’til Easter. That will definitely help you focus more on Jesus. Let’s go nail it to the cross!” I ushered him up there and handed him a nail before he had a chance to change his mind. (Insert evil laugh here.)

My younger son followed suit, also scribbling out the words VIDEO GAMES on his piece of paper. I nailed that sucker to the cross before he knew what has happening and congratulated him on his tender heart toward God. Then I made a mental note to unplug the Xbox.

My daughter decided to fast from candy, which is admirable when you’re nine. She nailed her paper to the cross, of course also nailing her thumb with the large hammer, resulting in a near meltdown. I say near because, amazingly, she kept it together, and our crisis was averted. Ish.

As for me, well, I decided to fast from all adult responsibility. That will certainly give me more time to focus on the Lord and the upcoming celebration of Christ’s resurrection.

The band arrived onstage, and the crowd began to sing. “Jesus, Messiah. Name above all names. Blessed Redeemer. Emmanuel.” It was glorious. After the song was finished, the pastor came onstage and seated us. He began to talk about Lent, about what it is and what it isn’t, and about why we take time to consider making a sacrifice for the Lord. Or at least I think that’s what he talked about; I still can’t be quite sure, as I spent most of my time hissing “be quiet” to my five-year-old. 

He was drawing. He was giggling. He was “whispering” to his friend. I use quotes when referring to whispering because we all know that a five-year-old isn’t really capable of whispering. They’re capable of stage whispering, which creates a very different, very loud, very shrill sound. 

“Son, I don’t want to hear another sound!” I hissed at him from the other side of his friend. 

More “whispering.”

“Son, NOT. ANOTHER. SOUND.” This time I also used my eyes to make my point.

More “whispering.”

“IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME TO BE QUIET, YOUR FATHER IS GOING TO GET INVOLVED WHEN WE GET HOME.” Oh man, I pulled out the big guns for that one. I think I might’ve turned into Madea for a second. 

Jordan Baker Watts
Jordan Baker Wattshttp://www.feelfreetolaugh.com/
Jordan Baker Watts is a wife, mother, worship leader, speaker, writer, and former Miss America. Ok, that last one's not true, but one time she watched it on TV. Jordan's heart is for sharing Jesus with those around her, whether through song, speaking, or the written word. She shares from a real, raw place and loves to encourage those around her to come honestly and comfortably before the Lord just as they are, not as they "should" be. She uses the medium of humor to engage her audience, and she loves to laugh! Her story is one of freedom from the lies of the enemy, and of triumph over bondage, all solely by the grace of a merciful and kind God. When she grows up she wants to run a marathon (but only if there are snack breaks along the way). Follow her blog at http://www.feelfreetolaugh.com.

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