Vacation Bible School month is coming to an end at Stuff Christians Like and since it's Friday, so are a lot of VBS programs. Which can only mean one thing, final performance night!When you are a little kid, final performance night at VBS is like the Grammy's, the Oscars and the World Cup all rolled into one. It is exciting and terrifying and fun and sweaty all at once. Understanding that, I thought it would be good to do a simple "things I hope happen for you" at this year's final performance night:
1. I hope you don't sing about "Ikeaus"
My wife and I sometimes shop at IKEA in Atlanta. If you've never been, IKEA is a massive contemporary Swedish furniture store. My daughters love it because they sell the child's version of crack, AKA cinnamon rolls. They eat one and then just bounce their way through hip couches and lamps and tables. But when my four year old L.E. learned the song "Zaccheus was a wee little man," she thought it was "Ikeaus" and proceeded to sing "Ikeaus was a wee little man" at the top of her lungs. Here's hoping your kids don't sing a tribute song to a guy that apparently started a furniture chain.
2. I hope nothing falls from the ceiling.
We can't resist bringing some part of the VBS theme into the sanctuary. Whether that is hanging a canoe from the ceiling for "Rapids of Faith" or putting a giant beaker for the "Power Lab" series by the stage, we will let you know clearly what we have been learning all week. My hope is that you will use more rope than you need to secure your props to the ceiling. Because a canoe to the head is no way to get a parent to come back to your church.
3. I hope the sales pitch for your church is soft.
It's tough, I know it is. You've sent home little Jesus craft projects all week that have hopefully raised some good questions but now is your chance to witness to parents that don't go to your church. Go slow, you don't need to cover the entire Bible, every ministry your church offers and every possible reason someone should attend all in one night.
4. I hope any animal performers will not bite anyone.
This seems like a good place for a worship eagle joke but I am trying to limit myself to one a week and I think I already used one. But every now and then, because you have to pull out all the stops for final performance night, someone that owns an iguana or trained doves ("wings of mercy") will come do a little show. They're going to use the bathroom on the stage, that's kind of every animal's dream, but hopefully no one will get bit.
5. I hope the performers will not mutiny.
I need to remix the Psalty post, but one thing I did mention in the original was that one year the director's teenage son was forced to play the role of Psalty. He hated it and invested a tremendous amount of bile and anger in his interpretation of that big blue song book. It was kind of like watching Hannah Montana car jack someone. It just made no sense to see something so inherently happy be so ferociously disinterested. I hope you have better luck.
6. I hope you go easy with the numbers game.
A great way to confirm a parent's belief that your church only cares about numbers is to over celebrate the number of kids that came to VBS and the number of kids that were saved. Please don't read this as "Jon hates when kids give their lives to God." Not at all. I just think that it needs to be about relationship, not only a number. A church near me had a sign that said "VBS – 1,200 kids, 432 saved!" Again, the heart of that is great, but the sign felt like it should say "That's a 33% success rate in Fiscal Quarter 2. Be careful, parents might not dig thinking "yay, my kid was #234 at your Christian factory."
I have other hopes, but I would rather hear yours. And I tried Krav Maga last night, which is an Israeli based martial arts/self defense system and I am fairly certain that my right arm is figuring out the best way to fall off right now.
So what your hopes for the final performance night at VBS?
My hope is that I don't have to attend one. Enough said.
ReplyDeleteI'm starting to feel really sad that I never attended VBS. What a treasure trove of absurb memories it seems to bring! I'm sure I'll perk up next month when we're all about camp.
ReplyDeleteSigh...
We also have a carnival-type fun night after the singing to the parents. I was just hoping that no one got hurt on an inflatable or choked on a hot dog. Also, I was praying that we would act as the excellent host and be extra courteous to our visitors. I hope we succeeded.
ReplyDeleteI helped with the preschool music this year, but my 3 year old freaked out when he saw all the faces in the audience and refused to sing...he opted to come down from the stage and sit with me while I directed the other kids.
But my hope for other parents is this:
ReplyDelete1) Enjoy it when your little one is forced onto stage and breaks out screaming during the opening song. Extra points for you if it causes a chain reaction.
2) Don't put your toddler in a skirt. Odds are, she'll pull it over her head.
3) I'll bet you $10 you look at your watch 3 times within the first 15 minutes.
4) Be sure to clap and cheer for the 5th grader who does a sucktacular solo. Jesus don't love nothin' like he loves a kid who can't sing (but thinks she can). These are triangle roamers of the future.
5) Good luck with the snacks served afterward. It's leftover VBS stuff. And everybody knows, the best way to get into heaven is by eating a stale Hydrox. And a pimento cheese sandwich made by somebody's great aunt.
We are actually preparing for ours right now
ReplyDelete7. You should hope that none of the kids get into a full-out fist fight in the middle of the song performance.
ReplyDeleteThis happened at my church once. A preschool boy, actually, the son of the youth pastor, started a fist fight with an adorable little girl, daughter of the music director.
Apparently, the girl thought that the boy was singing too loud, off key, the wrong words, something like that. She politely leaned over and told him to stop singing. He, being a feisty kid and knowing that he was supposed to be singing "so his mom and dad would be proud of him", turned and "whispered" back, loud enough for the entire audience to hear, that he was allowed to sing.
A few moments later, the girl was again disturbed by the boy's singing. She leaned over, grabbed his arms, shook him a little, and loudly whispered, "Stop it!" The boy, feeling embarrassed over being "told" by a girl, shook her hands off of him and returned the action by grabbing the girl's arms and shaking her. "You stop it!" he replied in the oh-so-mature manner of preschoolers.
Next, as the two sets of parents looked on in horror and sank further into their seats, the girl reached over and pushed the boy. "Stop it!" she hissed. The boy, knowing he wasn't supposed to hit girls, simply shook her again. "You stop it!"
At this point, the entire audience was in hysterics, save for the four parents slinking lower and lower.
The drama ensued, and the girl reached out and slapped the boy. "You stop it!" The boy, feeling his rights had been violated, still wasn't sure if it was okay to strike back. He held up a fist, menacingly. "You better stop it." he hissed, lowering his eyebrows.
The girl stuck her tongue out and turned away. That was the final straw for the boy, and he lunged. Arms flailing, fists tight, he fell on top of the girl. "Stop it! Stop it!" he cried.
Up until this point, the parents weren't sure which would be more embarrassing: letting the drama continue, or walking up in the front to collect their respective children and let the entire audience know that the trouble-makers were, indeed, their children. When the fists started flying, however, the youth pastor decided that, being the youth pastor, he needed to collect his son. He tried whispering from afar.
The girl, realizing now that she was the center of attention of the ENTIRE audience, decided that she couldn't let a boy beat her up. She jumped into the fight, using girly techniques. Slapping, the usage of teeth and claws.
Since the whispering-from-afar method wasn't working, the youth pastor decided enough was enough. He crawled up to the stage on his hands and knees (so as not to be noticed by the audience, I presume. Because the audience definitely wasn't already watching or anything.) He sneaked up, stealthily grabbed his son, and hauled him off towards the back of the church and through the Doors of Doom. (*Note: Doors of Doom are usually doors that exit the church and go outside. Everybody knows what happens out there.)
The girl, being rid of her provoker, smiled and resumed sweetly singing along with the rest of the kids. Surprisingly, most of the children's choir hadn't even noticed this little scuffle that was going on, due to the fact that they were on risers and couldn’t see what was happening below them.
----
I kid you not. This actually happened in my church. It was definitely one of the funniest things I have ever seen in church.
*Side Note: This all took place over approximately four minutes. The account I have told was told in slow motion, so as to prolong the humor.
*End Note: Sorry for the length. I got a little carried away.
I hope you had a fatter and jollier Santa than we did!
ReplyDeleteOur Santa (OK, who's idea was it to have Santa come anyway? I mean the idea of Christmas in the summer is bad enough, but mixing Santa, fake, and Jesus birth, real, aren't we confusing kids here?)was a teen dressed up in a costume. The he couldn't have weighed more than 150 lbs made seem as though Santa diets in the summer. And he wasn't very jolly either, more like a shy teen who doesn't talk.
P. S. I was Santa.
Then there's always that 4 year old little boy who insists on hanging on to his genitals for dear life while singing "The B-I-B-L-E...."- is it wrong to send that video clip into "America's Funniest Home Videos" in hopes of winning ten thousand? I'll tithe... I promise....
ReplyDeleteYour picture of Psalty makes me happy! What great memories!
ReplyDeleteone year we had a motorcycle theme....the kids had their photos taken next to a Harley w/ leather jackets one...we did leather crafts....and had the local Christian Harley Riders come give everyone rides around the parking lot on family night.......
ReplyDeleteyes, we were very cool that year!!
Here are my hopes for the final performance night of VBS at our church (although I don't think our VBS is until July):
ReplyDelete1. I hope that one of the kids on the front row, who has just crossed the line into the age of knowing better, will very obviously pick his nose during an entire song.
2. I hope they pick a tiny, little, three-or-four-year-old girl to sing a solo (like they always do), and she does the "I have to pee" dance the entire time and forgets half the words.
3. I hope a set of brothers (who are definitely old enough to know better) shove and/or hit one another several times throughout the presentation, much to the mortification of their parents. This would be ideal if it culminated in the younger brother shouting, "Mom, he's pushing me!" in the middle of a song.
4. I hope the music director puts that apathetic kid who hates everything in a place of prominence so that everyone can see him standing there with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face, refusing to sing. Bonus points if he's the metro worship leader's uber-non-metro son.
5. I hope that the two kids who are waiting at the mics on either end of the stage get confused about which one is supposed to sing his/her solo first, and they both sing different verses at the same time, making a garbled mess of the first verse and leaving an awkward silence in place of the second one.
My kid isn't even old enough to go to VBS, but I will gladly go watch the final performance if I can be guaranteed that at least two of these things will happen. It would also make my evening if Stacy's #1 occurred as well.
Krav Maga is a good choice. Them tricky literary publisher Brooks Brothers types up in the NYC are likely to try to put you in a choke hold until you reconsider that uppity author "bonus for X weeks at different places on the NY Times Best Seller List" stuff.
ReplyDelete-Bill
We're doing a Wild West theme, so I'm hoping to bring in a cowboy that can do awesome rope tricks to amaze and astound all.
ReplyDeleteWe considered having a wienie roast, but given concerns of having big fire trucks join our night, decided against that. Maybe we can stop off at IKEA and get cinnamon rolls instead...
:)
to anonymous @ 6:57:
ReplyDeleteThat is awesome.
My hope is that no one will need stitches from a moon jump collision and that no one will throw up in said moon jump.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you clarified "Krav Maga" today. From the previous mention of it I could only think of Israeli Self Defense in the sense of the state of Israel defending herself from surrounding enemies with Patriot missiles and such. How did Prodigal Jon get in on that action?
ReplyDeleteSteve -
ReplyDeleteI have a friend that is becoming an instructor. I felt like I needed to do some external focus to help move me along as I do internal focus, writing, reading, quiet time etc. I just want to do something physical to go with all the mental stuff, if that makes sense. It was insane. At one point, I am lying on my back holding a rectangle pad on my chest while my friend rains down hammer blows with his fists. I knew I was in trouble when just holding the pad in the activities was difficult.
Jon
What a great mix of humor and seriousness! Well done on that one.
ReplyDeleteThe mention of animals brought up a horrid repressed memory of when my mother led VBS one year and dressed up in a bunny suit to go with whatever crazy theme it was that we had. I think I was old enough to be a youth helper and played the piano (anyone remember the sit-down and stand-up ditties?). Oh, that was so embarassing...thanks a lot for bringing it up for me. Thanks a lot, Jon!
ReplyDeleteI hope that your on-stage performers are well-rehearsed and don't have to ad-lib.
ReplyDeleteI was asked to fill in for one of the skit characters on VBS final performance night one year when I was in high school. That year, they had an olympic theme and the final night consisted of each grade level group singing a song and the three skit characters would hold up a rating. Of course, it was predetermined that for each song we would hold up an 8, 9 and 10 and which of us would hold which number up for each song. We were then going to have to make some comment reflecting the number we "chose" to hold up. When it was my turn to hold up the 10, I was at a loss of what to actually comment and I ended up insinuating that I don't like little kids by saying something like, "I've always been partial to the 4th and 5th graders anyway."
Okay, so that one might have slid by but then this happened...
As is often the case, the skit characters were meant to be a little bit misfit-ish and that night I was playing the "freestyle gymnast" role on this small team of underdog olympians from some made-up country. At the last minute, we decide to do a little pyramid during one segment of the skit, where my two teammates would stand in a lunge and I would stand on their legs. We didn't have time to practice it, but we were supposed to be a rag-tag team anyway, so if we fell down, all the more humor in it, right?
Well, I got up there for a split-second, but then started falling forward. I planned to jump down, satisfied that the stunt hadn't been a complete disaster. My male teammate, however, sees me start to fall and tries to come to my rescue by reaching out in front of me to catch me with his arm. Oh, he caught me alright. But not anywhere that you want to be touching somebody in church. So I hope you don't have any unintended teenage skit character groping either.
Happy VBS-ing!
We do our VBS a little different.
ReplyDeleteWe start on Thurs. and run through Sat. So we started last night. We have this guy, Steve Harney come and do it for us. He has a Macaw bird, and one of the things it does is spread it's wings out real big on the command "eagle". I thought of your dream to have an eagle on stage, and how that was pretty close. But, I guess a whole lot safer.
Ikeas....that's funny! We have an Ikea here...and love that store!
ReplyDeleteWhen my son was little, he used to sing "Jesus Love Me" - but, instead of "little ones to Him belong" - he would sing "and little ones to Him be FROGS!" Ha! We still laugh about that one!
I hope that at least 2 of the children show up wearing swimsuits (I have pictures of proof)...I never realized we needed to have dress code policies for VBS Performance Night, but at least they were one piece.
ReplyDeleteIf I see any homemade playdough at open house, I'm eating some.
ReplyDeleteBut, for fear the orange drink has been arm stirred, I'll buy something from the machine.
#6- the numbers game.
ReplyDeleteI went to a VBS that did this as a child and I am still put-off by it some 20 years later.
I was just wondering if our VBS was the only one with guns? Check out the re-cap video and see for yourself. http://www.hpbc.org/media_player.asp?messageID=16849
ReplyDeleteI feel sure that only in Texas would this be something offered at VBS... target practice. Yee Haa, too bad Psalty wasn't there to aim at...
I totally agree with not doing the hard sell on closing night. How insulting must it be to be under the impression that VBS is about teaching kids about Jesus then feeling like it was all a push toward the hard sell on Friday night.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I have to share my "mis-heard lyrics story. You know that song "Fuel"? There's a part that goes: we are yearning, we are burning, we are longing, longing for you.
My 5 year old daughter insisted it went: we are yearning, we are burning, we are honky, honky for you. Which, (sadly) in the case of our church, was quite true.
Possible future post? The numbers game? The crying game? <-you could definitely take that both ways (in relation to the church). <--that's what she said? ...or *he* said...
ReplyDelete"Zaccheus was a wee little man"
ReplyDeleteHey, I'm not THAT short!
The phrase "a canoe to the head" killed me.
ReplyDeleteI am totally chuckling at the "Zaccheus" interpretation.
ReplyDeleteOur middle daughter never quite caught on to "I'm in the Lord's Army." She always sang..."shoot the distillery."
I'm pretty sure she's Baptist.
Why is Psalty eating that poor little girl?
ReplyDelete