She can't bear to hear the story of Jesus' crucifixion. She ends up in tears every time, sometimes running from the room.
The first time Luci did this was in second grade at Sunday school. She sat at the table, tears streaming down her face as the teacher put up a flannelgraph of Jesus on the cross. Our children's minister happened to be in the room at the time, and told me all about it. She had never seen a child react that way. She took Luci out into the hall and talked to her, and calmed her down.
Fast forward twelve months, and it hasn't gotten any easier for Luci. A few weeks ago during the sermon, the preacher talked about Jesus on the cross, and that was it. Luci covered her ears and bolted to the classroom in the back of the auditorium. I grabbed my purse and followed her. John looked around at the other kids and none of them even looked up...they were going about their drawing or coloring, or whatever, as if nothing was going on. I told John to be thankful at least one kid in there was listening. :)
Then there was this morning.
It was hard to get Luci to the table for breakfast. She was not interested in the bacon: something was wrong. I asked her if she felt well. Are you sick? I said if you stay home, no video games all day (that usually clears up any fake illness).
Huge tears began to fall. What is wrong? Please tell me. I gathered her up and hugged on her. She would not speak. She left me, went into the kitchen and wrote a note.
(please remember that Luci spells phonetically)
Of course, Bryan cracked up and said, He did? I told him to can it.
Luci stayed home with me. I knew she'd be a basket case, worrying the whole time that the Sunday school teacher or the preacher would bring up Jesus' death, which of course, they did.
She knows that Jesus came back to life, that He defeated death.
We all should be so tender-hearted.
