I have a meeting this Friday afternoon about Ann and Sunday School. It’s going to be a tough one I think. At least it is at Starbucks. Disappointment goes down a bit better with a frappuccino.
We’ve had trouble with Ann and our church since she was 2. It has been a long road.
For those of you new to my little piece of the World Wide Web, Ann has a fatal allergy to all dairy. It is kinda of a trick to keep her safe when apparently, God’s Word can not be taught without a tasty object lesson of some sort.
For the last year there has been a wonderful lady on the Sunday School committee who had been my advocate. She tweaked some things so Ann’s class would be safe for her. And if she couldn’t, she’d simply email me in advance and let me know what weeks there would be food and we’d stay home that Sunday and do home church.
She has moved on to other ministries. Sigh. We’re back to square one.
I am hoping the lady I am talking too on Friday will be sympathetic, but I’m not holding my breath. I could jump in, join the committee and do it all myself, but there are some reasons why that would be hard and awkward. I won’t name them all, but it’d be a bit like being the single republican at a democratic caucus. I’m not that brave.
I have to admit that a large part of me wants to give up. It has just been SO hard at the church we attend. I know every church has problems because every church is made up of people, and all of us people have that darn sin nature, but something in me thinks that this issue would be easier elsewhere.
The problem is that we have two teen boys who LOVE church, they Love their youth pastor and consequently I do too. He is a great man with lots of Godly wisdom. I don’t want to pull the boys away from that, but I am not sure how much more I can take with Ann and the allergy situation.
I feel like a salmon swimming up stream. I’ve been doing it for 7 years and I’m a bit tired.