good morning, pumpkin!
Well I was asked to fill in as a Sunday school teacher today.
(I haven't done something like this since the VBS disaster of 2008 turned me off to children's ministry forever)
So clearly I waited until 8 am to think about planning it.
Then something came to me, something about pumpkins. And so I started writing. And...this just kinda flew off my hands. And I kind of like it.
(I haven't done something like this since the VBS disaster of 2008 turned me off to children's ministry forever)
So clearly I waited until 8 am to think about planning it.
Then something came to me, something about pumpkins. And so I started writing. And...this just kinda flew off my hands. And I kind of like it.
He walked into the cold, dirty field
A measly pumpkin in mind, he had
He saw one: dirty, bumpy, and a little bit frumpy
Yet it somehow made his heart glad
A measly pumpkin in mind, he had
He saw one: dirty, bumpy, and a little bit frumpy
Yet it somehow made his heart glad
He picked it up, dusted it off,
And took it on his way
Gingerly holding it, quietly warming it
When the time came for him to pay
And took it on his way
Gingerly holding it, quietly warming it
When the time came for him to pay
The price was high, that much was certain
But he neither minded, griped, or groaned
He reached to his pocket, pulled out the money,
And made that dirty pumpkin his very own
But he neither minded, griped, or groaned
He reached to his pocket, pulled out the money,
And made that dirty pumpkin his very own
He brought it home with him, proud as can be
Yet the pumpkin was not much a sight.
Work needed to be done, and so he begun
To pull out towels, a bowl, and a knife.
Yet the pumpkin was not much a sight.
Work needed to be done, and so he begun
To pull out towels, a bowl, and a knife.
He took it to the sink and washed it off
Scraping at the caked-on mud and goo.
His hands were strong, yet gentle and warm
Already, the pumpkin looked brand new.
Scraping at the caked-on mud and goo.
His hands were strong, yet gentle and warm
Already, the pumpkin looked brand new.
But how much it hurt the pumpkin as he drove the knife in!
How uncomfortable when he pulled out its seeds!
Why was he doing this? There can’t be more than this!
Though he did feel lighter now, maybe that was what he needs.
How uncomfortable when he pulled out its seeds!
Why was he doing this? There can’t be more than this!
Though he did feel lighter now, maybe that was what he needs.
The Man didn’t stop though, he moved to its sides
And began to carve into his skin
Well this is just an outrage! How dare He cut him up?
This pumpkin will never be the same again!
And began to carve into his skin
Well this is just an outrage! How dare He cut him up?
This pumpkin will never be the same again!
But the Carver worked slowly and carefully
And if you look closely, you can tell clearly
He was carving into the pumpkin a face like His own
Though the pumpkin could not yet see
And if you look closely, you can tell clearly
He was carving into the pumpkin a face like His own
Though the pumpkin could not yet see
It was hard and long, and the procedure was done
But there was one more thing to do.
He put into the pumpkin a light of His own
And it shone through the spots He removed!
But there was one more thing to do.
He put into the pumpkin a light of His own
And it shone through the spots He removed!
The pumpkin finally saw himself
And realized it was worth it to remove the skin
Because the Man put him outside, into the cold, dark night
And everyone asked, “I wonder Who carved THAT pumpkin?”
And realized it was worth it to remove the skin
Because the Man put him outside, into the cold, dark night
And everyone asked, “I wonder Who carved THAT pumpkin?”
John 15:2
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