Her mobile phone alarmed to Handel’s, “Hallelujah! Hallelujah!” Samantha turned, begged five more minutes while the urging chorused away.
“The... Lord God Omni...potent reign...eth!” Samantha had set the alarm to rouse her up for another working day at the child care center.
“Dianne, are you awake?”
“Uh-hum. Ugh! Kitchen-duty, steaming pots, and serving tables. Manda expects me to make two hundred chocolate truffles. We’ll be catering at the café today.”
“Has Manda asked you to serve hard drinks yet?”
“Hallelujah!” Samantha’s phone interrupted as if to drill her and Dianne for an eventful day at their respective work.
“You know? Praise ye the Lord!”
“What?” “Uh, yes, yesterday, she did--again.” Dianne rubbed her drowsy eyes and flipped her long hair off her face when she sat up.
“That’s what the word ‘Hallelujah’ means, “Praise ye the Lord!” Samantha knelt at the edge of her bed, setting her phone alarm to “disable”. “So, did you serve wine?”
“Nope. And I HAD made it clear to my boss, that I want to stay clear of wine and from serving them to our customers.”
“Good choice, Dianne.”
“Yeah, right. One day I’ll be out of work. Manda will chuck me out and get one who’d do what I WON’T do.”
Each sat with her opened Bible on her lap.
The last- song- syndrome broke out. And then, they both hummed the tune they last heard. Now, getting dressed.
“I wonder if Dad’s awake. I’ll give the wall a knock again. I can’t be late. Manda warned me about being in the kitchen as early as eight. And it’s already 7:15!” Dianne whined.
“Poor Dad. He starts at nine. He’d fall asleep.” Samantha pinned the thick chignon with a purple barrette, matching with her purple ABC uniform.
“Today’s assessment day.” Samantha put on her winter coat to meet the cold in the kitchen. “The ABC’s regional board decides today their evaluation of my performance.”
“You mean, they grade you, like, fair, good, high distinction, etcetera?”
“I’m not sure if I’ll ever make it though.”
“They told us to ‘refrain’ from teaching children at the center good manners and right conduct.”
“I hope. Oh, I wish! Some untaught child throws up a nauseating tantrum and hits that woman on the head, real hard. Then, don’t do anything. Just stand there and don’t tell the kid to say, ’I’m sorry’.”
“Oh, Dianne, you shouldn’t wish that. It’s cruel.”
“Humph! Some so-called ‘educational center’.”
“Yeah, I know.” Samantha grimaced.
“Do your bosses harass you when you sing, ‘Jesus Loves Me’ to the poor little ones?”
“Linda, my boss, accosted me one time when she heard me sing to my children,
“All things bright and beautiful.”
“Don’t you stop singing to them!”
“O, Dianne. Our parents have always taught us to, ‘earnestly contend for the faith’. I just read that from Jude.”
“Well, now’s your chance to prove God’s strong, Sam.”
“Phew! Mom tells us to ‘go through the burning stake’ to do what’s right when she heard about it.”
“And have your ‘head beheaded. Chopped off.’” Grinned Dianne.
“Dianne, stop joking! This is real. I’ve been told not to do such things anymore. Let alone even say, ‘Thank you’ to a child because she gave me a hungry-for- mother’s- love- hug.”
“You can’t say, ‘excuse me’ in front of the kids when you burp. And then lie about whoever farted?”
“Or, not tell Johnny to say ‘sorry’ for
hitting Tommy on the head!”
“This really sucks!”
“Hey, Dianne, watch your tongue. Is that what you learn from your kitchen-talk at the cafe?”
“If you want your ‘good assessment’ from these Christless people, go ahead, choose that path, Samantha!”
“Our parents don’t teach us, seven imperfects, at home for nothing. They’re serious with God about what we do and decide in the end.” Samantha said.
“And you are accountable to God. It’s either you compromise, or be in conflict with this world—it’s the only way to win them for Jesus Christ. So, which is it?”
“Easy for you to say. Dianne”
“I’m prepared to lose my job anytime, Sam.”
“Yeah, Dianne. You’re right. Jesus obeyed His Father even to death so we could be right with God.”
“A conviction not worth dying for is not worth living for either.”
“Hey, Dianne, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m thinking too.”
“Sweet will of God,
Still fold me closer.
Til I’m wholly lost in Thee.”
Samantha sang in her soft clear voice.
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