I’m at the playground at B Concourse in SLC killing 3 hrs with two kids in tow. Its not the greatest airport kids venue…but it doesn’t seem to matter.
At this moment my two blondies are playing with 2 french-canadians sisters, an asian boy, a hindu little one and other assorted small travelers.
No one knows anyone’s name; they don’t all speak the same language. Apparently – they don’t care. They are having a ball!
I think churches could follow this example. Who cares who is from what denom? Really – who cares what language or tongue believers use to talk to the Almighty? These kids aren’t divided into church political camps so why do grownups?
Uh-oh. I may have spoken too soon. A bigger, bossier girl has taken over the play house and won’t let anyone inside, including my g-babies. Kids are hanging around the play building looking sad. Bossy says its because she’s trying to make it nice and everyone will mess it up.
Sounds like some churches I’ve been to and their response to youth ministry: Kids on the outside looking in.