This morning, we went over the story of the crucifixion with the 4th and 5th graders, and they watched a rather cheesy video of an investigator “interviewing” various people who were present during the trials and their aftermath. It was a little fuzzy on the basic storyline for some of my less churched kids, but, cutest thing ever...
One of my fifth grade boys spent most of the video in tears, wiping at his face every 0.5 seconds so that no one else would “see” that he was crying.
Somehow, past the intentionally terrible costumes and the overacting, he got it. He understood that we were talking about the torture and execution of a real human being, and he knows enough to understand the “why” behind it all.
Being a fifth grade boy, he made sure that he was visibly “over it” by the time we got back into our small group circle, but you could practically watch him continue to internally process whatever it was that had just happened. Super cool to see.
And... just to stick with tradition. Before said God moment, all of the kids were extra antsy and hard to focus during small group (from every week kids all the way to first time visitors), and we spent a good chunk of small group patching up a girl who managed to super man dive across the asphalt within ten seconds of leaving the building and scrape hands, elbows, knees, and arms.
Have I mentioned that these kids can sense God moments coming - and that it freaks them out a little?
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