Recently, as I drove my beautiful, identical, 6-year-old twin girls to school, they sang to me. This is not unusual, they seem to sing every morning in the car. Jake (my 7-year-old son), on the other hand, sings more in the shower. But I get serenaded nearly every morning from the backseat as I shuttle my little princesses (princessi?) off to their second home behind a desk.
But this time they sang a song I had not heard in awhile. It goes something like this: “He’s got the whole world, in his hands. He’s got the whole world, in his hands….” If you’ve ever attended children’s church or Sunday school, you know the rest. And, at a time when the world seems so hell bent, it was comforting to hear my little girls sing these words. And what’s really crazy, is they actually BELIEVE these words.
And as I found comfort from our scary world in a childhood song learned in Sunday school, I thought about all the other things I learned in Sunday school. Continue Reading →
