I rode on a comfy bus today with about 70 boys and a few men. I was the only female on that bus. How I managed to do that, I don’t know. We were on our way to a Renaissance festival a couple hours away. I had the opportunity to chaperone eight seventh graders.
It was a beautiful day. The weather couldn’t be more perfect. What a beautiful ride seeing all the leaves changing color along the highway.
When we arrived, it was like stepping back in time to the 1400’s…the Renaissance era. Back in the middle of no-where was a wooded area that was turned into live history.
There were people dressed in their historical attire, music made from harps, lyres, violins and little ukuleles. There were booths of food (my son ate a HUGE turkey leg!), shops filled with hats, jewelry and glassware. There were many different performances throughout the village.
We got to the area the kids were looking forward to the most…the jostling reenactment.
The horses walked out on the “stage” as the queen spoke to all of us explaining what was about to happen as if we were people back during that time.
The two men came out on their horses dressed in their colorful and elaborate costumes. They put on their helmets and held onto their jousts and charged towards each other. Then they pulled out their swords after they got off their horses and went into battle.
Ephesians 6:13-17… 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
I thought of that as I sat amongst hundreds of 12 and 13 year olds in such a awkward, testing and even scary time of life…which includes our son. He will be in many battles, maybe not dressed in the rich costumes and culture from hundreds of years ago, but he’ll need to put on his armor. I just whisper to God asking that our son will put on that armor every morning when he gets up. I want him protected from the temptations the evil one as much as possible by keeping him in the Word and God’s promises.
Beautiful day and just.right.reminder of the Armor in the midst of the Renaissance.
#994 Being a chaperone on my son’s field trip…and he didn’t mind it!
#995 Seeing colored leaves while on the highway
#996 Observing life during the Renaissance