Last year, I took on the task of teaching the 4th grade Sunday school class.
Wait. Let me rephrase that: Last year, I got suckered into teaching the 4th grade Sunday school class. While I realize many people prefer to work with elementary students, I actually prefer working with teenagers. I just really need a group that can understand certain things. Important things. Things like sarcasm.
Anyways, my time in 4th grade was not a total loss. I got some grey hairs out of it, as well as this little gem of an encounter:
One day we were talking about St. Simeon and how God had promised he would see Christ before he died. In the same lesson, we talked about St. Anna who lived and worked in the temple. Now, Anna was a widow. Her husband died after they had been married for only seven years. Just to be sure we were on the same page, I asked the kids if they knew what a widow was.
One girl raised her hand to answer.
Girl: Yes! It's like what my Sitti (Grandmother) has to write on papers when it asks "married, divorced, single or widow..." since my Jiddi (Grandfather) died.
Other girl: Man, Erin, it must really stink to be a widow.
Me: Yes. It is very sad. Wait... I'm NOT a widow.
Other girl: But you're not married.
Me: Right, but I have never been married. My husband didn't die.
Girl: So, you mean, you're JUST single.
Me: Yes. Yes, I am... So, back to St. Anna...
It seems the only logical explanation for me not being married is that my husband must have died.
Thank you, nine year old girls, for your insightful comments.