Do you remember my little friend Cranmer from the students’ retreat in April? His dad is in my discipleship group, and Cranmer often comes with his parents to our Sunday evening Eucharist. Since we’re friends, he often comes to sit with me for at least part of the service. This week, he sat with me during the Intercessions [Prayers of the People], and sang through it. I told him we were praying, but he wasn’t interested in our prayers, and chose to pray in song.
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| I know the picture’s a little blurry, but I love the joy in his face in this photo from the retreat. |
Last Sunday, Cranmer gave me a new name: jaaja. It’s a wonderful thing to be named, isn’t it?
Jaaja means grandmother. I suppose one could say that his dad is my spiritual son, since he’s a student and is in my discipleship group, but I’m not old enough to be a grandmother!
I’m trying to convince him that I’m an auntie rather than a jaaja, though I suspect that this new name is going to stick. At least to him!
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