NERF WARS AND OLD FRIENDS
This past Saturday’s Disciple Day event brought out a horde of rambunctious young ones as well as welcoming a couple of old friends who decided to join us to have their hearts lifted. There were some regular attendees who were involved in the area’s youth theater production. I was lucky enough to attend the Friday night opening performance. I am pleased to say that the future of the group looks very bright indeed. The entire production from the actors and actresses on stage to the sets, sound, and lighting were all brilliantly brought to life by children. As a member of the audience, I found myself appreciating the fact that these children are given the opportunity to step into this fantastic endeavor and allow their creative energies to only begin to blossom. (Matthew 18:10)
Each week, a different activity is developed that will allow the number of children to come and enjoy. Not only the young but the young of heart. I had some fun with my own delectably edible Oreo Pie. Unfortunately, there were no plates or silverware to serve the desert. However, Luther came up with the fine solution of using chips to act as a spoon to scoop the creation up. I did bring along a spatula which I shared with Beeber. My young friend soon abandoned the spatula and used his hands and soon had his face and hands covered in Oreo pudding and pie crust. While preparing to take our weekly photo, someone called my attention to the front of my white shorts. OOOPS…. two big Oreo spots on my leg. Oh, well… a little Spray’n’Wash can work wonders.
Following dinner and the picture… It was time to begin the epic
Smurf NERF gun war! Of course, wouldn’t ya know El Alexander decided to bring his own super charged, fully-loaded weapon while the others had small single shot revolvers that had to be loaded and primed before firing. I’m not sure if anyone kept a tally on the number of deaths reported but they seemed to have a tremendous time nonetheless. I grabbed one of the small guns myself and was warned that if you got his three times you were “pfft.” Sounded like another David and Goliath scenario to me!
An added bonus was the arrival of John and Beth. If memory serves, they have been to a few of our Saturday night gatherings. John has been having some burdens that needed lifted. What better way than to spend a few minutes with some old friends who hopefully able to do just that in an atmosphere of fun and compassion? Hopefully, we were able to lighten some of the weight and at the same time make the rest of us feel even better. What good is friendship if friends cannot be there for each other when they are need?
“9Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. 10For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up!” (Ecclesiastes 4:9-10)