Welcome to the Epic Story of Children’s Ministry!
Who doesn’t love a good story? Do you remember your favorite stories as a kid? One of my favorite parts about serving in Children’s Ministry is that every week, I get to help tell the greatest story of all – God’s story!
If someone asked you to tell them God’s story, where would you start? Adam & Eve? Creation? Earlier than that? Where would you end?
The fact is that God’s story actually spills past the edges of the Bible, going back before creation and continuing long after the early church. God didn’t stop moving after the apostle John wrote the final words of the book of Revelation.
No, the fact that you’re reading this right now is a great reminder that God’s people have continued to tell His story to the next generation who told the next generation and on and on and on until someone told you that there is a God who loves you, who’s so crazy about you that He in fact died for you, and now you get to pass this amazing story on to someone else.
And that’s why you’re serving in Children’s Ministry. Because it’s time to pass the baton.
Psalm 78:6-7 talks about this awesome picture of the Israelites telling their kids about what God had done for them, the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord, “so the next generation would know them, even the children yet to be born, and they in turn would tell their children. Then they would put their trust in God . . .”
It’s absolutely mind-blowing to think that God’s story intersects with your story, that He influenced the people who influenced the people who influenced the people who influenced you. Now, it’s your turn.
God’s story has led up to this very moment, and the responsibility and privilege of passing it on is your hands. No pressure, right? No, actually. No pressure. Only joy and honor that we get to influence the next generation by showing up in a Children’s Ministry room week in and week out, loving on kids and watching His story and your story become a part of their story.
That will be a tale worth telling long after all of us are gone.