Today is Friday the 13th. I’m not superstitious. But I will tackle this morning’s blog with a bit of goulish trivia in honor of the occasion. After all it is the month of October.
The students in my classroom have difficulty with comprehension. With retention. They do not know their addresses or phone numbers. Their months of the year. Their days of the week.
So we sing them.
My favorite is the Days Of The Week song. To the familiar tune of the Addams Family. It’s catchy, and it’s upbeat. They are too old for nursery rhyme teaching songs. And it’s unfortunate, but they are too young to know and appreciate Morticia or Gomez or Wednesday or Pugsley, Uncle Fester, Cousin It, Lurch, or even Thing. But I’m not.
I grew up watching the Adams Family as a child. I loved it. Being the month of Halloween, I am reminded of spooky or scary things.
I’ve watched my share of horror movies and done my time at GUTS Nightmare with my own children. What scares me now is not the Jason or Saw or Friday the 13th thrillers, but the thought of myself or anyone I know not spending eternity with our creator. The one that created the days of the week that we sing to the tune of The Addams Family. Then he rested. Rest assured, you don’t want to spend your eternity with folks like the characters from the Addams family. For more than the allotted 30 minutes. If you can help it.
Here’s hoping there’s nothing frightening about your Friday the 13th. That it is blessed with memories of both old and new. I know mine is.
On the sixth day God completed all the work that he had done, and on the seventh day God rested from all the work he had done. Genesis 2:2
Love and laughter,