1 Mother 2 Another

Every Sunday Maddie brings her personal
Bible to church; her second grade class is encouraged to do so,
trying to build the kids up to actually use their Bibles and become
comfortable with them. Yesterday when Maddie ran to grab hers
before getting in the car, Cora said, “Oh! I want to bring
mine today, too!” and ran off to pick hers up – her
new-for-Christmas, very lovely but perhaps
intimidating-to-a-five-year-old grown-up Bible. I wasn’t sure
why, but was happy to go along with it.


I dropped Maddie off at her Sunday school room before walking Cora
to hers, and when Cora walked through her door she made a beeline
for the teacher, clutching her Bible to her chest. Wanting to find
out what was up, I did what any respectable parent would do: I
eavesdropped.


“Hey, teacher, do you want to know something really
interesting?” Cora peered owlishly up at her instructor.


Her teacher, of course, nodded yes.

“Well, in my sister Maddie’s
Sunday school room, every time a student brings her own Bible to
class, the teacher gives her a gumball!” Cora stared fixedly
at the teacher. “Don’t you just find that really
interesting?” Cora tapped her Bible significantly. “I
just thought you might want to know that.


And then she skipped off to her seat.


When I picked Cora up from Sunday school she was clutching a new
red pencil. “Guess what MY class gives out if you bring your
Bible?” she shouted happily. “A NEW pencil! Isn’t
that awesome?”


Nicely done, Sunday school teacher. Nicely done.