Recently I had the pleasure of taking my 13 month old grandson to church. Me (Nana) and my husband (Papa) and my daughter, his Aunt Sarah, strolled into church so proud to be carrying Nolan. The infamous Nolan, the one of whom most of our church friends had heard about but had never met. I didn’t know what to expect of this little boy on this his first time ever in church. I thought he might act a bit shy with all the new faces and there was the chance he might be downright grouchy as it was exactly his nap time and he was going to miss his nap.
We walked into the church and people began to come up and greet us and Nolan. He was so sweet. He smiled and waved at anyone who looked at him and acted truly happy to be there. The plan was to take him into the worship service and before the sermon he would go into the nursery. At that time Sarah would to take him to the nursery and stay with him so he wouldn’t be afraid. I felt like he should be exposed to a worship service but if he was fussy we would take him right to the nursery.
We walked into the sanctuary of our church which is held in a very old and beautiful church building. Nolan loved looking up at the high ceiling and pointing at everything, the lights the large wooden beams, the balcony. He was taking it all in. As he examined every aspect of the sanctuary he would look at me and smile as if to say “I like this place”. He was one happy boy and that was obvious.
Then the music started and his eyes opened so wide and his face beamed with delight. He threw his hands in the air and let out a little squeal. As the music continued I held him and bounced back and forth to the catchy beat and he began to sing. He couldn’t sing the words as he is a year old but he sang his own made up words and they were so sweet. He sang loud and he sang quiet he raised his hands and put them down and even decided to clap his hands having to put down his Match Box car to do it. No one else was clapping, just Nolan. When a lull came between songs he would say “Uh Oh” and I would reassure him that more music was coming. Everyone sitting near us had fun watching this baby enjoying himself. I don’t know if anyone in the service that day had a better time praising the Lord than Nolan. I could hardly contain my emotions and my daughter didn’t, as the tears flowed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.
After worship Nolan went into the nursery and had a wonderful time playing with the other children. After church in the fellowship hall he once again smiled at everyone, had some peanut butter crackers and thoroughly enjoyed himself. It was an amazing day. I will most definitely never forget taking my grandson to church the first time.
Matthew 21:16 …”From the lips of children and infants you, Lord, have called forth your praise”.