Week 13

The most significant experience I had while exploring my fieldsite was when I was trying to look at my church through an outsiders perspective. A new family had come to our church. The young couple had two children probably around the ages of 5 and 6 and they all looked confused and lost, like they had never stepped foot in a church before. So I decided to approach them, mostly because I work in the children's ministry so I thought I could leur the kids with me and let the parents mingle with the rest of the congregation. Well I finally persuaded the boys to come with me, but only because we were having an easter egg hunt (Easter Sunday). Leaving the parents behind I took the young boys to where the children have their service. I sat them together with a few boys I thought they would get along with. When I left them alone to see how they would react alone nothing big really happened so I waited and watched them during the service. It was time for the songs so I got on stage to sing and I saw the boys cheering me on when I walked up. This was the only time they had said anything.
The rest of the service went on and afterwards I took the boys back to their parents. On the way to the foyer the boys were talking to eachother and asked me "Can we have your autograph?" Now I know I'm not the best singer and actually I was having a pretty rough Easter morning. And when they asked me that I told them that I would, but it won't do them any good in the future (jokingly) and one boy said to me "I think you have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard." This made me tear up a little, but I sucked it up and went to find their parents.
After leaving the kids with their mom and dad, I heard them say "Mom... Dad... can we come back next week?" The mom asked why and the boy said "because I met this teacher and she is something special." And for those words to come out of a boy who is probably only 6 years old made my Easter morning extra special. I cried for a while after I heard this, but these weren't tears of sorrow, they were tears of joy! I can't wait to go back next Sunday to see the little boys again.