The Treasure Box

     Several years ago, I did something with the children's message at church that I found to be a lot of fun and the kids really enjoyed it. I had a nice wooden box which we called the "treasure box." Every Sunday, I would send the treasure box home with a child, and the child had all week to think about what they would put into the box and bring to church the following Sunday, with the only stipulation being it could not now, nor ever have been alive! I then had about 15 seconds from the time I opened the box until I had to come up with a children's sermon which had to be both relevant and pertaining to whatever was in the box. It was an exciting challenge for me, and I think the adults enjoyed it almost as much as the children; they worked hard to stump me, and were somewhat disappointed when they figured out I could tell a good story about almost anything!

      I have spent some time thinking about subjects for this blog to fill out the month, and unfortunately, some of my topics degenerate into rants, and I am not sure I want to use this space to rant about what is wrong with the world, so I am going to reinvent the treasure box now and again. I have a whole bunch of neutral topics about which I can write, so when the well of the reality in which I live dries up, I will pull a topic out of the figurative hat and try to come up with something relevant and pertaining to the topic at hand. It kind of reminds me of the days in high school and college speech classes when extemporaneous was the name of the day.

   So you just will never know when I might crack open the mystery box, but not today...after a Wednesday which exhausted itself trying to be a Monday, I am going have a cup of tea, put some music on the player (tonight I am in the mood for Native American flute music), and think about the sleep that is looming on the horizon of my life! But tomorrow....Who knows?