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Topic: Craft (as in handcraft) (02/08/07)
TITLE: The Visit
By Kurt Youngdale
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An old man comes out of the bathroom. He walks softly and at times with a slight limp. He puts on some water to boil over the stove and sits down on the single chair. He reads a few pages where his Bible is open and then bows his head to pray. He is thankful for all the Lord has provided to him and makes sure to present by name all those he can remember. When he is done he asks for forgiveness because he knows there is someone he has forgotten.
It’s Tuesday again. This is the day that someone from the Church comes to visit him. He doesn’t know who it is going to be because it is always someone different every week. It doesn’t really matter much to him who is it, but that the members of the church are faithful. He had attended the same Church for over 30 years and they do not forget their own. That was one of the things that attracted him all those years ago. In a world where people come and go and no one seems to notice, the people there really cared.
He hears a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he saw two young people and once they identified themselves as being from the Church, he asked them to come in. The young man looked to be in his mid twenties, he had dark hair and blue eyes. The young woman looked about twenty one or twenty two, had short stylish hair and spoke to him softly.
“Hi, Mr. Youngblood,” The man started, “My name is Greg and this is Amanda. We’re from the Church of the Resurrected Christ. We just want to visit with you for a little bit and see how you are doing.”
“It’s nice to meet you” the man replied, extending his hand to the young man, who took it. “Please come and sit down.” The old man motioned to the sofa so the two young people sat down. He then took the single chair that was next to the table and repositioned it and sat down on it.
After a moment Amanda face lit up. “Mr. Youngblood, it is so good to see you again. I can’t believe it after all these years.” the old man’s face showed no recognition. “It’s me Amanda, you taught my Sunday school class 15 years ago. God always brings back to my memory the things you taught me.” The young woman waited for the light to come on but the bulb must have been burned out. Finally the old man spoke up.
“I remember when I was first asked to teach Sunday school. I was praying to the Lord for a way to serve him and the Pastor’s wife, who was in charge of the Sunday School Ministry, asked me to teach Kindergarten. A lot of the young men dreamed of preaching in front of thousands of people, but after all these years, the only thing I wanted to do was to teach Sunday School.” Through all the changes and upheavals of life, being single, getting married, having children and losing loved ones, there had been Sunday School. That is until he just couldn’t get out anymore.
Something in the old man’s memory was jarred and he got up and went over to a chest that was on the floor. Opening it he carefully went through it’s contents and pulled out a faded card. When it was new, it had glitter glued all over it and two pop cycle sticks glues in the form of a cross. In broken writing it said ‘I love you.’ and then at the bottom it was signed ‘Amanda’. The old man handed it to the young woman.
“I can’t believe you kept this,” She said handing it back.
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