Last July I spent a week being a helper at a VBS.
I really can't wait to be a dad.*
*That was sarcastic
Overall, the whole thing was fantastic. The cheesy skits, the messy snacks, the catchy songs that you can NEVER get out of your head, the frenzied games, the hand-motions to the memory verses, I love it all. And when you get hug-tackled by over thirty kids after you've spent a week laughing, playing, and teaching the Word of God with, the feeling is intensely satisfying.
"Hey look, there's a boy leader! Let's all climb on him!"
It seems there is always a small group of little girls who like to pick their own personal leaders to attach themselves to like barnacles. This makes games like tag extremely confusing, because they're supposed to be running away from you.
The boys have a similar approach.
"Hey look, there's a boy leader! Let's all beat him up!"
Fending off a score of rabid little boys is hard enough, and even harder when you're juggling three girls.
Somehow I couldn't help thinking of Toy Story....
DEATH BY MONKEYS!!!!!! RAH RAH RAH!!!
Punishment is easier for boys though. Maybe it's because I understand their brain.
Kids these days. When I was a boy my papa made me bench-press TREE LOGS!
I tend to get a little desperate on the girls though. You know that whole thing about "girls are sugar and spice and all things nice"? Biggest lie since sticks and stones.
In the end, there are basically three different perspectives in the VBS environment:
That is to say, at the end of five days you're liable to have a mild identity crisis. Am I a human or a punching bag? I can't decide.
Love fiercely and laugh shamelessly friends.
-The Minstrel Boy