Revelations: Adult vacation Bible school
A few weeks ago, a friend of mine informed me she was assisting with her church's Vacation Bible School.
At the time, I was searching for a church that was putting on a week-long camp to write a story about the kiddos for the Advocate.
She told me I could come to her church for the story, but it was already too late in the week to schedule anything, and I informed her I would have to keep searching.
"Bummer," she said.
"I know, right?"
As my friend and I chatted about all the exciting activities lined up for the children to participate in at her church, I said something like, "Wouldn't it be amazing to have adult VBS?"
"Yes!" she said. Actually, she probably sounded more like, "Uh, ya-ha!"
Not because she's of valley girl stock, but because when a person suggests something as ridiculous as adult vacation Bible school, it warrants a similarly ridiculous response like, "Uh, ya-ha!"
And for whatever reason, the mere discussion of vacation Bible school seemed to bring our communication down to about a fifth-grade level.
"We could have a week of adult activities: potato sack races, dodge ball, Bible studies, cooking classes ... and there could be wine! And Frisbees!" I said.
She laughed. I laughed.
It would be fun, we both agreed, in a "Man, we are so lame" kind of way.
For the next few days, I giggled every time I thought about a bunch of Christian adult men and women running around a football field kicking dodge balls - for Jesus.
I forgot about the conversation until the day of my vacation Bible school assignment at First Baptist Church.
At 9 a.m. that morning, I followed more than 100 kids into the sanctuary for day two's early morning kick-off. There were announcements, songs, scripture readings, dancing - and that was all before they broke into age-appropriate groups and scattered around the church for hours of Christian-based fun.
About 20 minutes into the kickoff, I started smiling, envisioning my adult vacation bible school in action.
In the pews were adult faces, not children, and Nycki, the camp director, was yelling through a microphone to all of us, "On Friday, we're gonna have a carrrrrr-ni-vaaaaal!"
She did actually say it like that to the children, which of course, was followed by a series of loud "Yaaaaaaahs" and excited clapping.
And then, something occurred to me - this is what getting excited for Christ really should look like all the time.
It should be fun, and, at times, even silly. It should make us smile, clap and laugh. It should make us want to dance in the pews with our friends and make us want to hold the hands of strangers.
It should remind us that we will always be, in the eyes of God, a bunch of his kids.
I may never get my adult vacation Bible school going (although I still think it would be pretty cool). But every time I hear of a church putting one on for their kids, I'll remember my afternoon at First Baptist's vacation Bible school, and how much fun it can be to follow God.
I may even cheer them on with a very adult, "Uh, ya-ha!"
Jennifer Preyss is a reporter for the Victoria Advocate. You can reach her at 361-580-6535 or email@example.com or on Twitter @jenniferpreyss