Serving-Up God on Easter

Church is difficult with little kids. We have a church nursery at our disposal, but it's not an easy option at Easter. So it was with an expected, heavy sigh that we got up and exited our Easter service just 15 minutes in -- after the stash of sippy bottles and goldfish were no longer doing the the trick -- and went outside to walk the seminary garden.

I might have been embarrassed had a dozen other families with tiny kids in tow not emerged minutes later to do the same thing. So we met some other parents, swapped parenting tales of disciplinary woe and enjoyed a beautiful morning to take some pictures of the kids (thank you Aunty Skippy for the gorgeous outfits).

We returned inside for communion. Paul suggested I "pick my poison"...so I took Harry, who I knew would enjoy another snack, the Host, which he informed Rev. Faith "tastes sweet!" after dipping it in the wine with the finesse of a chicken nugget diving into ketchup.

Then it was on to our church egg hunt.