I love little kids and the way they hear things. Sara Donnoe sent me some quotes from little children that triggered this blog.
From three year old Alicia: "Our Father, who does art in heaven, Harold is His name".
And a four year old's take on the most perfect prayer: "And forgive us our trash baskets, as we for give those who put trash in our baskets".
Our mother grew up on South Eastern Illinois and attended the Church of Christ. She said one time, that as a child they would sing the refrain to an old hymn: Onward, Christian Soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus, marching on before.
When she was young, she thought they were saying" "the cross-eyed Jesus" and couldn't understand if Jesus could heal people, why He couldn't do something about His own eyes.
Judy and I were talking recently about when we were kids and there would be a beautiful service in the Church, such as Forty Hours that would be all in Latin. There were always a lot of priests up on the Altar and they would be saying a Litany, One priest would lead it and the others answer him in Latin: "Ora Pro Nobis" - Pray for us - but that it sounded like they were saying: "Oh rah PRO no biss" or to our young ears, "Oh, rotten apples".
One of my best memories is picking up 5 year old nephew, Chris, from Kindergarten and he told us - Maureen and his little brother, Mike were also in the car - that he had learned the Pledge of Allegiance that day. My heart remembers that little fellow standing in the back seat on the hump that ran under the middle of the car, with his hand on his chest, Maureen and Mike watching him in awe, reciting what he had heard but not exactly in the way I had learned it. I remember I had a hard time keeping a straight face because he was so earnest in his delivery, but oh, how I wish I could remember his exact words.
So, to all of you with young children or grandchildren, in these days of high tech, record these times, so that the words become part of the memories.
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