When Prayer Requests Go Wrong

My hubby and I have been teaching Sunday School for a couple of years. We teach 5, 6, and 7 year olds.

The lesson is usually taught by my hubby and I tackle the crafts every week.

But I live for “prayer request time.” But don’t let my holiness deceive you, some weeks it’s the best laugh I get.

Because 5, 6 and 7 year old pray about everything. And I mean, everything.

I’ve been jotting down some of the especially hilarious heart-felt ones.

It starts out like this: “Do y’all have any prayer requests this week?”

Every hand shoots up in the air. We go around the table, one-by-one. We pray for scratches and scabs. We lift up sick grandparents and broken toys. And sometimes, we pray for:

• “The freckle on my butt”
• “I was late for church because my parents were fighting in the car.”
• “The birthday party I went to yesterday was fun. Except for the disgusting cake. Can we pray about that?”
• “My dad says bad words like _______”
• “My mom called my brother a dork. And that’s very bad.”
• “I don’t like my sister.”
• My pet hamster has ring worm.

We thought about moving on to another class since our kids aren’t in ours anymore.

But I can’t give up prayer request time.