“Sandi, Sandi”, a shrilling voice came from the upstairs bedroom. I decided not to answer but it didn’t stop the bombarding yells, “Sandi, Sandi, I know you hear me. It’s time to go to youth fellowship.”
“What makes her think I want to do that? All we do is sit around and listen to somebody boring. If I have to do this why can’t it at least be interesting. I’m already a slave with no freedom.”
Thump, thump, thump, clack, crack was the thundering sound as each step was possess by this creature. Thinking to myself, “this can’t be a human ‘cause it sounds like it weights 500 lbs. It’s gonna fall and hurt the stairs.”
As quickly as the thumping started it stopped and me dear mom was hovering over me like the guard on duty. “Come on we’re going to be late. Hurry up,” she commanded. “I need to drop you off and run a couple of errands before I come back for you.”
I leaped to my feet in fear and obedience and headed in silence to the car. “How long will I have to endure this torture? If she thinks I’m gonna be like this as an adult she is whacked. Who wants to be a Christian any way? They don’t even have fun. All they do is go to church. If they’re not in church, they’re praying or like some other Christians they’re at my house just talking about God.”
“God has been soooooooo good to me, Martha. Praise the Lord! Girl, I just can’t wait to tell you the latest,” Sandi mimicked her mom’s friend.
“God probably got that zit off her face. Last time I heard they were hitting God up for healing, Sandi recanted with a smirk.
“Sandi, don’t leave! I’ll be back when fellowship is over,” her mom warned with the emphasis of a drill sargent.
With her head dropped and shoulders sagging, Sandi meandered into the fellowship hall as she always did and took a seat in the back.
“Here we go again, boredom land. Wonder if God pays any attention is to this stuff, I know I wouldn’t if I was Him. With all that power I’d have better things to do,” mused Sandi.
Before she could get comfortable in her old posture with her feet hanging over the back of the chair in front of her, a strange voice met her eardrums.
“Good evening, my name is Jason and I’m your new youth leader,” the voice interrupted Sandi’ getting comfortable.
Sandi was so excited she almost blurted out, “God you are real! I have just died and gone to heaven. This is the most gorgeous looking man I’ve ever seen. Are there more of them from heaven? Wow! Wonder if he’s married? He looks too young… but? All of a sudden I’m liking this youth fellowship thing. I don’t care what he says, I’m gonna be a regular.”
“How ya’ll doing?’ Jason continued.
“I’m just fine now,” Sandi thought to herself. “And gonna be doing even better.”
“I want to introduce myself to you through a story, if you will indulge me,” Jason requested?
“Once upon a time,” Jason started.
“Oh no, don’t tell me he’s gonna be one of those boring Jesus people, oh no,” Sandi exclaimed to herself!
Jason chuckled, “Fooled you didn’t I? You thought I was going to be boring without even giving me a chance. Anyway lets continue. There was a man that went into a place to visit but he didn’t like what he saw. He became very angry because he knew that the activities taking place should not have been happening there. He got so mad that he took a whip and starting lashing out at the people. He was so mad that he destroyed a lot of the people’s stuff they were selling. The people’s money was flying everywhere and they scrambled to get it. He turned over tables and chairs and trashed the whole area. Nobody even tried to stop him. They all just started running away. Some complained about who was he to do such a thing. But this man never stopped destroying the place.”
The group commented almost simultaneously, “Wow, what a cool dude.”
Sandi remarked aloud, “Wouldn’t it be cool to do that in school? I need to have the nerve that guy had. Who was it, Mr. Jason?”
“His name is Jesus Christ,” Jason responded much to the surprise of the group. “Is he cool or what? Young lady do you still want to be like that guy?”
“I certainly do and I want to know more about him,” Sandi answered in awe of her new experience.
“So you see, my dear granddaughter, Jesus isn’t so bad after all. Maybe you’d like to check into him for yourself,” Sandi smirked.