Easter Sunday reflections

I am not proud to say that I had let my going to church days lapse, since way too long. Anyhow, I committed to myself that I would start up again, with the boys, as I want God in all of our lives...And I have a lot of work to do... So today I took the plunge, strapped the baby in the Ergo carrier, grabbed a bottle and a few quiet toys and off we all went. I should have done it much sooner, like before Luke could talk. Anyhow, I had to break it to him this morning that he would not see the BABY Jesus this trip. So on the way in the questions begin... Have we been to church before? What does the big Jesus look like (as opposed to the baby)? Where is God? Why is he hanging up there (cross above the altar)? Who is talking? Is it over? Why are they singing? What are they singing? Why do they want our money? Is it over? Why is that man over there singing so loud? What is a priest? Is it over? Why did he shoot water at us? What are those people eating? Is it over?(ok that last one was me) Random thoughts: a pew can double as a jungle gym...baby toys are so much more interesting in church even if you are 4 or 6...most parents have learned the art of ignoring the squirmy children (I am not there yet)...why did I wait so long? Children's bones can sometimes turn to rubber during the service, only to be restored to bone once over...children do not learn about personal space until much older.


UPDATE

My dad called this morning and my 4 yr old talked his ear off regarding everything...anyhow I hear him say, "mom took us to church to see the big Jesus. He's not a baby now, just a statue, I still call him baby Jesus, but mom just calls him Jesus".

Growing up, my dad was in charge of taking my brother, sister and I to church. So I asked him how old we were when we got to go. He says first grade...I tell him no way we were much younnger, but I think he must have blocked it out when we were younger than 6...LOL