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Topic: Sunday School (10/25/07)
TITLE: Daniel's Angel
By John Capune
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Now, I am sitting on a bench outside of the emergency doors while Ted and Joyce are inside. The rent-a-cop is standing there smoking a cigarette and giving me dirty looks because I wonŐt go inside. He is not suppose to smoke on duty but canŐt take his break because I wonŐt go inside. He says he canŐt leave kids alone outside.
My name is Randal with one ÓlÓ, not Randy. I am eight and a half years old and now live with my dad, Ted, and his wife Joyce. He divorced my mom when I was four years old, right after she got sick.
Joyce is very thin and blond. She has a screamey voice and calls me Randy. My mom use to say she was a Ňhigh maintenanceÓ sort of girl. Six months ago my mom went into the hospital and never came out. Ted didnŐt let me visit much. They said she died of cancer.
I am dyslexic and, according to Dr. Robert Shermann with two ŇnÓs, dyslexia is an inherited condition that makes it very hard to read, write, and spell. Researchers say that a gene on the short arm of chromosome number 6 is to blame. It is all very technical.
My Mom loved Jesus and said that he was GodŐs only son. She told me that God sent him to earth to die for us--to die for our sins. She told me that God is our creator--our Heavenly Father. That is okay with me because Ted isnŐt much of a dad, but I am not sure I like God anymore. Anyone who would let his kid suffer like that on a cross or take a kidŐs mom away, couldnŐt really Ňlove the worldÓ now could he?
Things I like. I like how my momŐs red hair use to get frizzy in the rain. I like motor sports and the company of close friends. Not really, thatŐs just a line from my favorite movie Volcano. I like watching movies. I use to like books because my mom use to read them to me before I went to sleep, but no one reads to me anymore and I have a hard time understanding printed words. I watch a lot of TV which really isnŐt okay, but there is nothing else to do. Ted is always working and Joyce is just Joyce.
Joyce thinks that I should be on drugs for Ňmy problemÓ, she thinks drugs fixes everything. She takes pills to go to sleep and takes pills when she gets upset. She gets upset a lot. They say drugs are bad for you and I believe it. My mom took lots of drugs and she died anyway.
Ted insists that we go to church every Sunday, even though Joyce does not like to. I donŐt like this church very much. It is really big and there are hundreds of people and about a thousand kids who go there. I like Sunday school best except when they pick me to read. Today we heard my favorite Bible story, Daniel and the lions den.
Daniel was given an important job in the kingdom of Darius because he was a faithful and a hard worker. This made the other princes jealous so they tricked Darius into making a law that no one could pray to anyone other then Darius for the next thirty days. Daniel was a man of prayer and prayed everyday to God. Once Darius learned that Daniel had broken the law, he had him thrown into the lionŐs den. Daniel was faithful to God so God sent an angel to protect him. Sometimes I wish I was Daniel.
Then a man dressed in a white coat came out and sat next to me. He asked me how I was doing and if I would come into the examination room so he could see if I was okay. I told him I was fine right where I was. He told me that nothing bad would happen and that I could trust him. Why should I trust you I asked? Because, he said, I made sure that the lions didnŐt hurt Daniel and that your mother made it safely to heaven.
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