A Year in Faith: Close, but…
February 7, 2016
On our way to service this morning, I asked the bears if they knew where we were in the church year.
Lady Bug yelled from the back seat, “FLINT!”
Lima Bean pulled her best older sister eye roll. “Not flint. And I know for sure it’s not Ash Wednesday.”
“Are you sure?”
Lady Bug tried again, “LINT! It’s LINT!”
“Well…”
“It’s not lint. That’s in your pocket. Or maybe your belly button.”
“And maybe your ears,” I contributed. “Not flint. Not lint. Listen today andsee if you can figure it out.
One last shout from the back, “LENT!”
Third time’s the charm.
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