When the tables were filled with food but no one was behind them to serve it, I knew there was a problem because the children were already lining up for popcorn, cotton candy, and popsicles. After a few minutes with children’s craving for popsicles growing, I filled in the gap. And that is how I found myself behind a table cutting liquid popsicles with baby scissors. My brother spotted me and begged for a popsicle, but I told him he was no exception to the rules of paying, regardless of his connection to me. So we began working together, standing in a sticky puddle forming at our feet from the all popsicles we were cutting open. My brother spotted his friend and called her over. She came and asked for a popsicles, so he took the opportunity to invite her to help. So now there were three of us ankle deep in melted popsicle juices. It wasn’t long before word had gotten around about the incredibly tall foreigner cutting open the explosive popsicles with baby scissors and we were surrounded by bright eyed children. The kids asked for their popsicle flavor, laughing while waiting for me to get the liquid all over myself, my brother, and the floor. They almost instantly started talking about how they could trade their flavor going into surprisingly deep detail about why the trade was the best deal compared to another kid’s flavor. The way something as simple as popsicles brought kids together so strongly was a huge surprise to me. From popsicles to stylized cotton candy to karaoke singing, everything on that Vision Sunday brought everyone closer together.