The other night, we were lazing about in front of the T.V. (watching something educational I'm sure), when the subject of the ten commandments came up. It reminded me of a story Andy told a few years ago about Drew.
He was with Drew at one of his CCD classes, and our priest asked if any of the kids knew the ten commandments. As Andy tells it, Drew couldn’t contain himself at the opportunity to answer. Thrashing around in his seat, hand raised in the air, muffled little murmurs that sounded somewhat like a wounded animal. So, what could the priest do but pick him?
Guess what Drew did? Again, as Andy recounts…Drew directed his eyes to the ceiling as if in deep though, mouth agape and uttered these words “uhhhhhhhh.” Yep. That was it. That’s what he knew. Somehow I think we were remiss in making sure his teachings were sinking in.
So, back to the other night. We rehash this story, and are chuckling when Drew says “well, I still don’t know them all but I know a couple.” I bite. “Okay, Drew, what are some of them?” Drew “Ahhhh. One is like don’t try to do something to your neighbor’s wife.”
Father Richard would be so proud.