Just a few crack-ups from the last two nights of family worship.
If you are wondering what I mean by family worship, I mean the Bacaks, gathered in the living room, Bibles open, (using the Voice translation now! Super cool! It reads like a script even) singing worship songs, and Daddy bringing the Word.
We are going through the book of Matthew, little by little. Tonight we acted out our story. We do that sometimes. Peter walked on water.
So last night, Rusty was talking about how Jesus got the news that John the Baptist was killed. Justus asked immediately, with sparked interest in the "killing", "how was he killed, Daddy?"
Rusty: "Actually, his head was cut off."
Justus, quietly, almost to himself: "AWE-SOME!"
What the heck!!!
Tonight, we reviewed last night's story, and Rusty asked who Jesus' first cousin was. Justus answered, and we're pretty sure he was dead serious, "Pastor Butch."
I guess when you're four, it's totally plausible that your Pastor is Jesus' first cousin.
Our house is full of craziness, and chaos, but we're never short on comedy.