Musings on anything. |
| We had our third messy church this afternoon. We aim it for autistic teens, but we allow anyone who doesn't want to sit still and be quiet. Sometimes, that's me. I attend traditional services but wouldn't mind stretching the limits. We offer Lego -standard fare- not kits, trains, various art projects, some snacks and water. We end after an hour of play in the sanctuary (we have a flexible area) with some bean bag chairs for the preschoolers and some guitar music. We sing Jesus Loves Me in ASL (American sign language), and some folk songs geared more for the kiddies. This is a learning experience for us. Today was the first time we actually had someone with mild autism in a wheelchair with his mother and a sibling. I'm discovering that I really am not very artistic. My imagination doesn't carry me very far in our art projects. We all participate, regardless of abilities. There are some artists in the group; I'm not one of them. We can share some laughs and admire someone else's creation. Noise is not a problem. We hope that when the word gets out, mainly by word of mouth or through the library, we will find some more people who want to express themselves without concern for protocol. |