Jumping high

Well, today has been packed full of thoughts. We got up this morning, put on our Sunday best (okay mom W., see we do need a Easter dress), and visited a church in the area (that will remain disclosed). The main reason I felt the strong need to take my children back to church is because my seven year old could not tell me what sin was. She had no concept of the word. By her age, I had memorized 50 scriptures, new several stories and probably had heard a lesson or two about my own sin! I was confused and frightened to think she has missed out on the concept of sin...and much more the concept of mercy (we explained both over doing the dishes one night). I have talked about going to church for a week now and have been having mixed feelings and aweful dreams that these church going people are going to let my children run into the road, get lost in a forrest, or stolen by some sicko pervert like Mr.D! As you can see, this has been a struggle for me! Well I will tell you the children are just fine, in fact they watched a movie for an hour while Mark and I listened to the preacher ramble on about Peter going a fishin! Now I could have put in a movie for them here at the house but for some reason having them watch movies at the local church makes it more "holy". The sermon was okay, despite the grammatics of it all. We will continue to go next week. I did, however, learn that a trampoline can be used as a metaphor to being close or apart from God. The preacher claimed we all bounce around on a trampoline....being close and falling away from the Lord (high jumps). He commented that God continues to wait for us to stop jumping. I understood what he meant...and this might have actually reached me in a way. Understanding this, I do regret that I have been jumping on this trampoline. Truth is, Trampolines are fun!