Easter prep
Easter is coming. This was a revelation to me about a week ago.
The ironic part about it is that we are (and have been since January) chin-deep in preparations for our church's second annual showing of The Cry of Christ, our Easter passion play. One year's experience has helped, but it is no less monumental this year, as to keep things fresh we have changed some characters, added scenes, changed songs, and made our set at least partially movable. Exciting. Juuuuust a bit stressful.
Somewhere along the way, I got busy enough to forget that Easter itself would immediately follow the Easter drama. Surprise!
The Lord is again working through the play to keep His story at the front of our minds, and to draw us together as a church.
One slightly inconvenient but very neat thing is that, since Brandon and I, the grandparents, and our backup babysitters are all involved in the drama, Trey has had to come and sit through some practices. Though he won't focus on the action the whole time, he has asked questions about what is going on, and I have been able to tell him some of the story.
This year I am hoping tosteal borrow an idea from several of the bloggers I follow, and do special things to teach Trey about Holy Week. He is really catching on and internalizing Bible stories, so it can't hurt, right? We have several ideas, none taking more than a few minutes' focus, to hopefully make Easter stand out to him. We'll see how that goes.
After the Easter realization hit me last week, I pulled out our Easter baskets. Trey has adoped a stuffed chick from his basket as his pet. He will snuggle it up against his face and say, "oh my baby chick". The Easter basket is its nest. Cutest thing ever.
And then, the plastic Easter eggs. Trey calls them "mister eggs", and they serve as another projectile to be tossed into the Nerf basketball goal on our fridge. Trey likes to pop them open first, and after he has thrown all of them, he picks them up one by one and gives them to me to be "fixed" (closed).
There is a children's Easter egg hunt at church on April 3rd. It's undecided on whether we'll take Trey, as who knows if he'll actually gather the eggs or just collect a few and then see how far he can throw them. Which would be OK, except that there will be a hundred other kids around, and some don't take kindly to being pelted in the side of the head with a piece of pastel plastic.
Good times, good times.
The ironic part about it is that we are (and have been since January) chin-deep in preparations for our church's second annual showing of The Cry of Christ, our Easter passion play. One year's experience has helped, but it is no less monumental this year, as to keep things fresh we have changed some characters, added scenes, changed songs, and made our set at least partially movable. Exciting. Juuuuust a bit stressful.
Somewhere along the way, I got busy enough to forget that Easter itself would immediately follow the Easter drama. Surprise!
The Lord is again working through the play to keep His story at the front of our minds, and to draw us together as a church.
One slightly inconvenient but very neat thing is that, since Brandon and I, the grandparents, and our backup babysitters are all involved in the drama, Trey has had to come and sit through some practices. Though he won't focus on the action the whole time, he has asked questions about what is going on, and I have been able to tell him some of the story.
This year I am hoping to
After the Easter realization hit me last week, I pulled out our Easter baskets. Trey has adoped a stuffed chick from his basket as his pet. He will snuggle it up against his face and say, "oh my baby chick". The Easter basket is its nest. Cutest thing ever.
And then, the plastic Easter eggs. Trey calls them "mister eggs", and they serve as another projectile to be tossed into the Nerf basketball goal on our fridge. Trey likes to pop them open first, and after he has thrown all of them, he picks them up one by one and gives them to me to be "fixed" (closed).
There is a children's Easter egg hunt at church on April 3rd. It's undecided on whether we'll take Trey, as who knows if he'll actually gather the eggs or just collect a few and then see how far he can throw them. Which would be OK, except that there will be a hundred other kids around, and some don't take kindly to being pelted in the side of the head with a piece of pastel plastic.
Good times, good times.
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