VBS - And What Will They Remember?

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VBS is over at CPCG for 2012. It was a creative, tiring, fun-filled week! As Bill and I prepared for our storytelling center, I did some reminiscing about my own VBS experiences.

I remembered my mother working in VBS. We’d start out early picking up other kids to attend. I thought about others in the church who taught me music, crafts, etc. I remembered the time that my mother’s clay Jacob’s well sort of melted onto my zippered Bible. Of course, I remembered the kool-aid and the homemade cookies. It was a rural church and I remembered standing in the cemetery waiting to process into the sanctuary to do the pledges to the American flag, the Christian flag, and the Bible; not all my memories were pleasant ones!

What will our children remember from the week? Maybe, like me, they’ll remember Ocho and DC, some of the songs, Bill trying to pass himself off as John the Baptist, a favorite craft, a particular explosion in science, snack time and games, or how the church looked.

Years down the road, those memories will fade. So, what will they remember for the long term? First, they’ll remember the overall good feeling about the week. Like me, they may think about the people who worked in VBS and, as they mature, they’ll come to understand that these people put themselves into their roles because of their own faith and commitment. They may not remember talking about the faith of Naaman’s servant girl; after all, they’ll hear that story many times in many settings – Sunday school, worship, camp perhaps. Admittedly they won’t remember that they heard a particular Bible story in VBS; somehow though, through God’s spirit and the people who put their faith into action, these children will have “caught” some of what it means to live the Christian life. What more could we hope for! Thanks be to God for VBS!

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  • Mark J Davis
    Sounds like it was a great week! Kudos to everyone who was involved. I'm having a bit of a hard time picturing Bill in a hair suit and a plate full of locusts and wild honey, but I'm sure the childrens' imaginations were much more active than mine...