Today, I had a Sunday School classroom full of lions. The story of Daniel and the lion’s den lends itself very well to a group of three and four-year-olds. Within fifteen minutes of the start of class, all nine of the kids were exhibiting some form of lion behavior. This only presented a problem during outside time. A pack of lions roaming on all fours on hard concrete in church clothes might not make for happy parents. Luckily, I was able to convince Toby to teach the rest of the class a special lion trick: walking upright on hind legs. “Your front paws need to stay in the air,” I reminded nine growling lions.
Unfortunately, the subject matter also lends itself well to puns. I asked Nolan if he could be our “lion” leader out to the playground. And later, during craft time, I reminded all the kids to color inside the “lions.” I can’t help it. It’s just the way I was raised.
Aside: I was very confused during story time when a little girl raised her hand and told me her blood was sucked that week. I asked if a mosquito bit her. She just shook her head. I continued with the story, rather baffled. It just dawned on me a moment ago that she likely had her blood drawn at some point in the last week. This is still unrelated to God closing the mouths of lions, but luckily also unrelated to vampires.
*That is the lion, right?