Monday, May 20, 2013

Samuel and the First Baptist Church



central cross: modern plain church building with central wall cross
Source: TACLUDA
With Nana living in the guest room, a heavy handed clamp fell.  Lock-step grated on Samuel, creating a bubble of suppressed creativity.  If something does not free me from this hell hole, I cannot be held responsible.  Samuel steamed.

Destiny intervened.

 Nana’s long-time friend Pastor Beech of the First Baptist Church had recently called, leaving a flyer that boasted of the innovative and structured childcare available. 

On a fateful Sunday with Samuel clutched between them, The Mommy and Nana dragged him to the childcare room, a delightful sunny room with a large painted mural of Jesus and little children. 

Samuel smiled.  So this is Jesus…let the children come unto Me…

Nana perceived a mental warning bell.  She ignored it, leaving Samuel with four smiling women and one sullen teenage Goth girl.

Samuel scoped out the room.  Window—no problem.  Paint—only tempera, but usable.  Jesus—His face within reach.  Goth girl’s purse—open with make-up.  Lipstick—black. 

A boy and his art mediaOh, God is good, all the time.  This is gonna be epic…

Church service had moved beyond the songs and offering collection.  The Mommy and Daddy were smiling.  But, Nana felt hackles rise.  ‘Samuel.  Oh no, not here.’

When the Head Usher scurried to Nana, she rose without a word.  Seeing a look of horror and a black streak down his left cheek, Nana sighed. ‘He found someone’s lipstick.  Damn.’

She ran to the child care room, where the toddlers were huddled behind Mrs. Beech. 

The other women chased the other screaming three year terrors; they had streaked the walls with rainbows of Crayola markers.  The Noah’s Ark poster was a sodden mess of yellow and red paint, while the window glass had splats of green and black.

Samuel was just putting the finishing touches on Jesus’ face with the lipstick.  A uni-brow and a tattoo, perfect!  Now, just some heavier body hair…

Nana scooped him under one arm and stalked from the room. 

In the seething silent drive home, Samuel hummed, Yes, Jesus loves me!  Yes, Jesus loves me…  “We go again, Nana?”  He asked.

Carl Heinrich Bloch, Luke 18: 16-17

21 comments:

  1. He had his own way of connecting with jesus

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    1. Jesus loves Samuel, yes, He does...

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  2. Something tells me he'll NEVER go there again lol.

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    1. There may even be security guards at the door.

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  3. "A boy and his art media. Oh, God is good, all the time." Classic! Something tells me certain folks would hope he changes denominations.

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    1. There are so many churches: Lutheran, Catholic, Episcopalian, Methodist...

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    2. So many canvases? Is that what you're aaying? :)

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  4. haha one and done for him, but at least the walls look pretty

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    1. Lipstick is mighty difficult to remove.

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  5. LOL, Samuel. I bet the Sunday School teachers still talk about the day he came to visit. There's something to be said about being memorable. :)

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    1. When they speak about Samuel, a hush will fall over the room.

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  6. LOL! I love how you ended this. It reminds me of my little boy--who has recently started loving church for similar reasons :)

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    1. ...and I imagine he keeps you busy!

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  7. Everyone loves Samuel (even when he is driving them to distraction).

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    1. What is it about ornery bad boys? We love to love them.

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  8. Dear Susan, as Elephant's Child said, "everyone loves Samuel." He's an imp! And I so enjoy your stories. As I've said before, your way with words just delights me. Peace.

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    1. I am so glad to oblige you with Samuel stories. Writing about Samuel allows such freedom of imagination.

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  9. A great tale of a cute little boy, Samuel -- and so smart. Kids sure feel the love that comes their way, and want to give back doubly so. Great post, Susan ... emotional.

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  10. I see the First Restraining Order at the First Baptist Church! :)

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