Last week my friend John was teaching Psalm 23 in preschool Sunday school--or trying to, anyway. A couple of the boys in the class had made guns out of Legos and were shooting the place up. "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want," John read.
Pow! Pow! Pyoing!
"He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside the still waters..."
Bang! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a! Pow!
It wasn't going so well. Things had reached the point where I would have snatched the Lego guns out of the boys' grubby fists and made them sit on their hands while I gave them an earful of the peace of God. But John, as it turns out, is a wiser sort of Sunday school teacher. He looked at the gunmen and said, "I'll tell you what. We're going to be sheep. You're going to be the shepherds. I want you to use those guns to protect us from any wolves or lions that might be a danger to us."
The boys couldn't believe their good fortune. John and the other students got down on all fours and foraged around the Sunday school room while the two boys with the Lego guns secured the perimeter, blazing away at wolves and lions and sheep rustlers. That done, the boys led the sheep to green pastures and still waters.