At church in PNG, there aren't any nurseries to drop off the kiddos. It's just me, Jordan, Miles, and a big open area filled with other people sitting on the floor. So, once Miles gets to a point where the temptation to...poke every baby in the eye (while proudly saying "EEEIII YE" very loudly), pat everyone else on the head, and perform a thorough investigation of the breast-feeding lady next to us...is just too great to resist, we have to head out of the church building. We usually find a few other children outside, around Miles's age, who also just couldn't sit still any more.
This last church experience we found some children to share our cereal snacks with...however Miles decided the best way to share is if he were able to place the treat directly into their mouth.
They were obviously a bit confused...but to my surprise, they let him.
Once church was over, we were joined by a few more children who all found Miles quite entertaining! Many enjoyed watching, but were terrified when he got too close. Others just enjoyed following him around.
No, church doesn't go the way it used to or the way I thought it might.
Yes, I know he'll eventually learn.
But for now, my prayer is that God will use us as a blessing even outside the church building.