|Joyful Disbelief (standard:Inspirational stories, 2844 words)|
|Author: Eutychus||Added: May 17 2008||Views/Reads: 1670/1101||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An older couple returns to teaching Sunday school with some uncertainty and end up wondering why they ever left.|
“Are you sure about the scones?” he asked as he placed the Tupperware container of flour in the pantry. “Given the subject matter, it seemed the most appropriate snack to prepare. Besides, we had a special situation to consider. The questionnaires the parents filled out reminded me that Abbie is diabetic and therefore needs a balance of carbs and protein in order to deal with the sugar content of the snack. The scones and milk at snack time should equal out. And because the sugar we're using is of the unrefined variety, we have a little bit of leeway.” As he washed the various measuring cups and spoons, he stole a sideways glance at his bride of just over a quarter century. In all that time, she had never made scones before. His only experience with the pastry had been on a 747 an hour before touching down at Heathrow in London prior to a semester spent at Cambridge where, incidentally, they had met. Because he remembered it being a tasty introduction to British fare, he was grateful for the recipe websites frequented by his wife. “Do you suppose we're ready for this?” Elsbeth asked fifteen minutes later as she slipped the lightly browned pastries off the parchment paper covering the baking pan and onto a cooling rack. “I know I am,” he said, closing the refrigerator door with an elbow because his hands were full of various spreads. “Only one,” she said sternly. “And don't take one of the ones shaped like a fish. But I meant the whole Sunday school thing again. I know it's only one Sunday a month, but we haven't done this since Maddie was eight years old.” “Well...” he began and found his thoughts drifting in another direction. “Well what?” “Oh, I was about to say that children don't change. Then I remembered the photo you took of Maddie and Kyle at Christmas,” he said thoughtfully. Their daughter and son in law had been standing arm in arm in front of the fireplace while holding an image pulled from the second ultrasound in front of Maddie's stomach. “Yes, they certainly do change, don't they? But we are familiar with the temperaments of the children already, and that should help. Since we will be dealing with a new youngster of our own soon enough, I thought the increased exposure to children would be good for us.” “You are probably right. And with that in mind, perhaps we should go through the lesson plan again.” Elsbeth went over a list of songs and made certain that the midi file of the song she'd be teaching the kids this week was on her MP3 player. The plan was to play the tune through the audio system of the television used for the occasional Veggie Tales video. Jerry double-checked for the most recent photo and story from the missionary family who benefited from the offering collected by the kids. These items helped to make the lessons regarding the importance of missions and giving more personal for the kids. It gave them a sense of who and how they were helping. “By the way, yummy,” Jerry said after washing down the last of his scone with some Earl Grey tea. “Thanks. Did you check to make sure all the disciples are present and accounted for?” “Yes and yes they are. I haven't seen this flannelgraph kit in twenty years and it seems to be remarkably complete.” “I'm sure there have been replacements made over the years. Just make sure you use the proper characters for the story. The kids will notice.” “Are you joking? Even though they have different names on the backside, they all look the same. And being able to read that tiny print at a Click here to read the rest of this story (258 more lines)
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