“Momma, do you know the story about the hand writing on the wall in the Bible? Mrs. Ellis said the king got too big for his britches and God took him down. I said, ‘they only wore robes – not britches.’ She gave me a mean look and said I was getting too big for my britches, too.” A tear escaped down Cyndi’s rosy cheek. “I was wearing my plaid skirt, Momma. I’m so confused.”
Sharron pulled Cyndi into her arms and gave her eight year old daughter a hug. Gently brushing the tear stain from Cyndi’s face she said, “I’ve just baked some Snickerdoodles. Let’s have one, and a glass of milk. I’ll tell you about Daniel and the King and Mrs. Ellis.”
Cyndi crawled up on a stool at the snack bar and said, “Ennnie, Minnie, Miney, Moe, I pick this one” and selected a cookie. Sharon poured the milk.
“Did you know this is Mrs. Ellis’ first time to teach a Sunday School class? She is trying to be a good teacher, I’m sure. Try not to ask too many questions. Okay?”
“Yes, Momma. I like the way Mrs. Ellis smiles and hugs me when I come in the door. That makes me feel good.”
“Oh, I’m happy to hear that.” Sharron took a bite of a cookie. “Um, those are good, aren’t they? Now, King Belshazzar was a rich and powerful king. He lived in a city with very high walls around it. No one could get inside unless he opened a gate. One day when the Persian army came to fight, he shut the gates and gave a big party for his soldiers and friends.
“But God was not pleased because Belshazzar praised false gods for his success. God’s hand wrote some words on the wall. Daniel, a prophet that loved God, was the only one that could read the words. He told Belshazzar that God was taking away his kingdom that night and God did. That’s what Mrs. Ellis meant when she said Belshazzar got too big for his britches and God took him down.”
“Oh, I understand, Momma. Belshazzar did not put God first. That’s what preacher Tim said we must do.”
“That’s right, Cyndi.”
“Momma, why did Mr. Roberts die? Was God unhappy with him?”
“Mr. Roberts loved God with all his heart and God loved him. His wife was in heaven and he wanted to be with her again. He sure didn’t want to be stuck in a care home.”
“His son was mean to him.”
“I know. I’m sorry you heard Bruce yelling and threatening his dad, or seeing the police come that time.”
“Why did he do that? Why did he beat-up his daddy?”
“Something happened to Bruce. I don’t know what? He could never make enough money for the way he wanted to live. When Mr. Roberts told Bruce he would not help him anymore, Bruce got really mad. He threatened to put Mr. Roberts in a facility and get control of his money. And, he might have if Mr. Roberts hadn’t had a heart attack and died.”
“Is Bruce going to live next door?”
“Cyndi, you sure ask a lot of questions. Mr. Roberts told Bruce it was time for him to support himself. Bruce got too big for his britches and he didn’t get a dime. Bruce didn’t find that out until last week.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mr. Roberts changed his will. He left everything he owned to a Christian children’s home. His signature on the will trumped Bruce’s threats.”
“Mrs. Ellis said we need to pray for those kids, especially. Did she know Mr. Roberts?”
“I don’t think so. Hey, no more Snickerdoodles, girl. We will get too big for our britches if we don’t save some for your father.”
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