...for Set Decoration. The church had its Vacation Bible School (where parents send their kids a couple of hours a night for a week so they don't have to deal with the little
monsters darlings. If they learn anything along the way, well, accidents happen). The theme was Space. As I read the course manual, I didn't quite get a connect between the accounts of the creation of the universe in Genesis and what has proven in the scientific world, but I digress.
The Better Half drew the 4-5 year olds, so at that age it's more about having fun than doing any heavy-duty theological studies, which is as it should be. It was up to each teacher to decorate their room in a suitable sci-fi space decor. TBH can do a lot of things, but sci-fi oriented and crafty she isn't. Unfortunately or fortunately, I'm both. Once again, conscription rears its ugly head.
This is what the room looked like before we got started. A couple of blue walls-excellent.
We've even got a mainframe supercomputer, and yes, it's HAL 9000. Even got the red eye, which is hidden by the inflatable Jupiter. Like HAL, it also won't open the pod bay doors. Of course, 4 2 is the answer to Life, The Universe, and Everything. The kids probably sussed that one of the consoles has a button labeled 'IID'. I wouldn't be overly surprised if one of them knew about the Infinite Improbability Drive. Should have decorated that door to look like the entrance to the TARDIS.
The kids I think had a good time. I wasn't around to have to deal with the children-I'd rather put on an American flag and walk down the main street in Kandahar. I'd rather serve behind the scenes, thank you.
Many times people in the Bible are portrayed as being humble servants. Such is not true. It has nothing to do with humility and everything to do with flying under the radar. If no one knows you did something, you can't be asked to do it again. All those ancient Judeans were trying to sneak their tasks in, and would have gotten away with it if some dummy hadn't written it down for all to see. D'oh!
The stuff I get roped into...