I love stories told about children, or even better, told by children. They have an openness and freshness about them and they have their own individual way of interpreting stories they hear at church, or at school, as the following examples will show:-
David, ten years old, came home from school one day and told his mother that they had a new teacher for religious studies and he was absolutely fabulous, not like the last boring one. “What’s so special about this one?” asked his mother. “Well,” said David, “He told an exciting war story about a man named Moses. Apparently, God sent Moses on a secret mission behind enemy lines, with orders to rescue the Israelites, who were being held to ransom by the Egyptians. In a daring raid, he rescued them and brought them to the Red Sea, where he ordered his engineers to build a pontoon bridge. They completed the building in one day, but after they had all crossed over, Moses looked up and saw the Egyptian tanks coming. He grabbed his radio and requested an immediate air strike on the bridge, in order to save the Israelite positions.

His mother, by now looking rather doubtful asked him, “David, are you quite sure that’s how your teacher told you the story?” “Well not exactly,” he replied, “But if I told you the story he told us – you’d never believe me!”
Mgr. Philip had a similar experience when he told some Primary School children the story of Moses going up the mountain to receive the Ten Commandments on tablets of stone. One little boy came home and told his mother that Mgr. Philip had told them a story about a man who went up a mountain to talk to God and because he had a headache, God gave him some pills.

Priceless, aren’t they....?