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Wednesday night Bible
study, prayer, and praise meeting was a command performance for everyone in the
small church. If one was absent, either
they had to be very ill, called out of town, dying or dead, or buried in the
local cemetery. No pass cards were ever
given.
Nancy had no choices,
being a freshman in high school who was unfailingly healthy. The only tolerable point of Wednesday night
was stopping by the small grocery to buy gum or candy. The owner’s teenage boys manned the store
then, and it was a chance to flirt.
This one Wednesday
night was to be a real test for Nancy.
Preacher had decided
to change the order of service, move people out of their comfort zones. The teenage contingent sitting solidly in the
back rows were being scattered around the congregation, to sit next to some of
the elderly ‘saints’.
Nancy was placed next
to Sister Opal, a dear woman in her mid-eighties. Well,
this isn’t so bad…
Then Preacher handed
out slips of paper with a Bible scripture address to be looked up. “When
I call out the reference, y’all stand and read the verses.”
Sister Opal opened
her slip, something in Psalms. Nancy
opened hers, something in the Song of Solomon.
She looked it up. Oh, dear God! Please save me…
What will happen? Will Nancy read these verses? Will she drop dead of embarrassment???
What will happen? Will Nancy read these verses? Will she drop dead of embarrassment???