For variety, today, a cute kid story that’s NOT from one of my kids.
There’s this six-year-old boy at church who’s in the Sabbath School class I teach, whom I find absolutely adorable — sweet, charming, but also incredibly hyper and wired. As a person who isn’t naturally drawn to little kids except for the two I gave birth to, it’s rare for me to enjoy a child this much, but I really get a kick out of this little guy. Never more so than yesterday.
I had the kids doing a craft where they were decorating an angel cutout as a Christmas decoration. This little fellow — who, I should mention, comes from quite a conservative Christian home, which is relevant to the story because he obviously knows his Bible — showed me his angel and said, “His name is Lucifer.”
“Lucifer!” I said in my Hearty Primary-Teacher Voice. “Isn’t he the angel that rebelled against God and became Satan?”
“So, are you sure that’s the angel you want as a Christmas decoration? Maybe you could call him Gabriel or something.”
“No. I want him to be Lucifer.”
Ooooo…kay. Lucifer it is. Can’t get more festive than that!!