Why do we organise a holiday club for "only" eighteen children (if you read my earlier post, we had a few extras as the week went on)? Each year the sceptics ask me whether it's really worth all this effort for so few children and when (so far) none actually start coming to church. Each year I bite my tongue, acknowledge their concern and wish that rather than questioning they'd commit just an hour or two to get involved in it. Granted, it's not everyone's cup of tea (though seeing the local clergy in shorts and Egyptian wigs/hairdos has got to be worth a laugh) but it really is worthwhile.
This year our children really learned to work together in some of the team tasks, learned to share and take turns, and discovered some of their unique gifts and skills. We thought quite a lot about families - about how brothers and sisters can fall out; about how people can be mean or sneaky; and we also thought about love and forgiveness. We changed the (naff in my view) memory verse for a modern rendering of Psalm 46:1-2a 'God is our shelter and strength, always ready to help in times of trouble, so we will not be afraid' and used it to encourage the children to think about God's presence.
Sure, we prayed about wobbly teeth and injured cats, but these are important to our children. At their request we also prayed for orphans and for people affected by the plane crash in Russia and for a big sister who is in the army. Today, in our last prayer time one little girl said "I wish Jesus was still alive" - what a gift of a comment, opening the way to share something of how he lives in our hearts and is our special friend. No altar calls, no "sinners' prayer," just a week of fun and discovery under the quiet gaze of the God of Abraham, Isaac, Joseph and Jesus... and of each of us.
Why do we do it? Because they're worth it.