I think yesterday's class was my favorite of all time with my cute little 4-year-olds at church.
Because it was Easter Sunday I was teaching them about the real meaning of Easter with the help of a sock puppet, a glove and some plastic eggs.
We had about 10 minutes left when I came to the part where I taught them about the resurrection of Jesus. Super C raised his hand and said, "Wait one minute. Go back. Say that big woyd again. Wes-a-what?"
"Resurrection?" I asked.
"Yeah, wes-a-wec-tion. Now, what does that woyd mean again?"
"It means Jesus died and then he lived again."
I showed the class a picture of Jesus after he was resurrected. "Here he is after he was resurrected. We know he was already crucified because you can see the scars on his hands from the nails. See?" I asked, pointing. They all took a closer look.
"He died and then he lived?" Super C asked. "And we aw gonna do that, too?"
"And he died fo us? So we could live fo-ev-o? Even if we make mistakes?"
"That's right, Super C. That's why we celebrate Easter. "
"So East-o is to wemem-bo Jesus died fo us? It's not just fo East-o baskets and candy?" he asked, incredulous.
"Yup. There's a lot more to it than Easter baskets and candy," I answered.
"Oh my heck!" he exclaimed, standing. "How come I nev-o knew any of this stuff be-fo-ah?"
And then, turning to the rest of the class he loudly stated, "East-o is all about Jesus, guys! Can you be-weave it?!"
These are the days that make being a teacher completely worth it.