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Topic: Sunday School (10/25/07)
TITLE: Bartholomew’s Adventure
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â€śBartholomew, itâ€™s hard enough to get six babies to have a nap after Sunday School without you coming home late. This floor shook all the way through the singing. The entire ruckus has given me a headache.â€ť
*Pant, *pant.* â€śWhen I catch my breath, *pant* Iâ€™ll explain.â€ť
â€śBartholomew, were you chased by the janitor?â€ť
â€śMildred, heâ€™s on to us again.â€ť
â€śWell itâ€™s no wonder. Your snooping around those Sunday School classes is going to get us into trouble one of these days.â€ť
Bartholomew ignored his wife and continued. â€śI got right up close to the piano. It was awesome. They were singing Jesus Loves Me; my favorite. I managed to sneak in behind the young ones going into class. Mildred, their new Sunday School teacher, Miss Cooper, is delightful.â€ť
â€śI thought you were going to find us some Sunday lunch, not check out the girls.â€ť
â€śI did. Anyway, I was captivated by the way she presented the Noahâ€™s Ark storyâ€”pictures of the ark, birds, animals, even Noah. Young Tommy asked if there were any rats on board and everyone laughed. Miss Cooper assured Tommy that if there are rats around now, they wouldâ€™ve been on the ark. She spoke with enthusiasm about our Maker and His promises. Oh Mildred, youâ€™d have loved it. It was a perfect morning.â€ť
â€śSo why were you panting?â€ť
â€śI was coming to that. You see, Billy was about to leave the room with his Bible still on his chair.â€ť
â€śAgain? His parents must have replaced his Bible a dozen times.â€ť
â€śI know, and I thought if I could get someoneâ€™s attention before they left, theyâ€™d see it and return it to him.â€ť
â€śSo what did you do, scare poor Miss Cooper half to death on her first morning?â€ť
â€śNo, I simply marched over to the Bible and stood on itâ€¦ only I didnâ€™t see the janitor passing the door with his broom. He saw me about the same time as Billy did. Billy stood between the janitor and me so I could get away.â€ť Bartholomew chuckled. â€śYou shouldâ€™ve seen me run, Mildred. I slipped out the door as quick as a flash with that broom coming mighty close.â€ť
â€śOK, so whereâ€™s lunch? Maybe we can enjoy some of His gifts before the babies wake up.â€ť
Bartholomew removed the pack from his shoulder and began to unload his findings. â€śI found a couple of potato crisps in the foyer. A gummy bear with his head removed in the cry room and a half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the Sunday School Hall. All while they were busy singing themselves silly,â€ť he chucked again.
â€śOh, this is great, Bartholomew. We wonâ€™t go to bed hungry tonight.â€ť
â€śIâ€™LL FIND YOU, RAT!â€ť A voice bellowed through the walls.
Mildred began to shiver. â€śBartholomewâ€¦?â€ť
â€śMildred, take the babies through the side door to the end of the stage. Take the underground route to Uncle Mosesâ€¦ and donâ€™t stop until you get there.â€ť
â€śBartholomew, donâ€™t leave us. Where are you going?â€ť
â€śItâ€™s OK. Iâ€™ll distract him and meet you at Uncle Mosesâ€™ later. Iâ€™ll be fine. GO!â€ť
â€śWHERE ARE YOU, RAT?â€ť
Bartholomew scurried back through the hole and across the stage. His feet skidded beneath him on the varnished boards, causing him to slide sideways, crashing into a pile of cables. He scanned the stage and the hall just as one of the cables hit the floor below.
â€śI HAVE YOU NOW.â€ť
As fast as his little legs could carry him, Bartholomew scampered into Miss Cooperâ€™s classroom, raced past Noah and the Ark and up the drapes on the other side of the room. There he waited.
It was dark when Bartholomew reached Uncle Mosesâ€™ place, tired and hungry. He listened, but there was no sound. He tapped lightly before entering.
â€śBartholomew, where have you been? Iâ€™ve been worried sick. The babies wore out poor Uncle Moses. Theyâ€™re all curled up with him on his bed.â€ť
â€śIâ€™m OK. I told you Iâ€™d be fine. I know that place blindfolded. We can return in a few weeks once the exterminators have gone and the air is clear again.â€ť
â€śIn the meantime, Bartholomew, you can help me with the babies. When we return home, I want you to take them to Sunday School, but no more adventures.â€ť
â€śAll right, Mildred, no more adventures for me.â€ť
Authorâ€™s note: No rat or any human being was harmed during the writing of this story.
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