My church held Vacation Bible School last week, and I was in charge of singing with the kids every morning.
It’s not the first time I have been volunteered for VBS. Each year, I try to come up with new songs.
Because I am easily bored, I don’t like to rely on the “campfire” songs that everybody always sings at VBS. (I’m looking at you, “This Little Light of Mine.”)
I lean toward folk tunes from different parts of the world, with interesting melodies and unfamiliar words.
This year, the VBS theme was “Abundance Orchard,” and the kids learned about hospitality and feeding the hungry.
The VBS theme song was an old African-American spiritual called “The Welcome Table.”
In the days of slavery, the words spoke of the hope of heaven and of feasting on milk and honey. “I’m gonna sit at the welcome table … one of these days.”
It’s a song that refuses to die. In the civil rights era, it became a protest song, with the lyrics changed to “I’m gonna sit at the Woolworth Counter … one of these days.”
Last week, at VBS, I challenged the kids to come up with their own new lyrics. Who did they want to welcome to the table? They wanted “all the countries” to sit at table. They wanted “those in need” to sit at the table. They wanted everybody — people, animals, all of them — to sit at the table … one of these days.
Can I get an “Amen”?
Now, none of this explains how I injured myself at VBS. It just makes the pain worthwhile.
Yes, I injured myself at VBS. Nothing serious. Mostly my pride.
I was teaching the kids to dance to “The Torah Song.” We were all lined up, arms linked, stepping sideways like those wedding dancers in “Fiddler on the Roof.”
We were going faster and faster, the kids were laughing and singing louder and louder, when I stepped on my book of music and my leg shot sideways out from under me.
Y’all, I did the splits.
It was a pretty exciting and appropriate finale, but … ouch.
Later in the day, my 16-year-old son asked why I was limping, and I told him the story of how I injured myself while dancing to “The Torah Song” at VBS.
He shook his head at me and said, “You should do campfire songs. All you have to do is sit. Much safer.”
Lisa Davis is Features Editor of The Anniston Star. Contact her at 256-235-3555 or firstname.lastname@example.org.