A couple of years ago, when I lived in Fort Wayne, my BFF Jeni and I taught the preschoolers Sunday School. And every now and then, by the grace of God, we got to see a student really begin to understand something. We were privileged to watch a little child have his very own aha! moment. We loved seeing something theological really click and suddenly begin to make sense.

For some reason, I was reminded today of one Sunday in particular that was not one of those days. Not. At. All.

We had studied Jesus feeding the 5,000. We read the story, acted it out, and colored a picture of it. We asked questions. The children gave the proper answers. Jeni and I were feeling pretty confident they got what was going on.

After church, my sister asked her three-year-old son what he learned in Sunday School that day, and he looked up at me sweetly and said, “Jesus stole a little boy’s lunch and gave it to His friends to eat.”

So there was that.

Epic.
Teacher.
Fail.