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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Irritated (11/08/12)

TITLE: The Joys of Teaching Sunday School
By Phee Paradise
11/14/12


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Obviously, Madison didn’t take her medicine before she came to Sunday School.

“Let me do it,” she said, scooping up a handful of the miniature bowling pins Patrick was setting up and knocking over the rest of them.

“Madison, that wasn’t nice. Give them back to Patrick.” But she didn’t look up because she was sorting them by color, dropping duplicates into her lap. Something moved outside the window and she jumped up, scattering the bowling pins across the floor.

“Madison, pick them up please, and give them to Patrick.” She ignored the request, staring out the window with her back to the other students.

The music signal for big group started and Madison dashed out the door and down the hall. “Madison, come back here. You know you have to wait for the rest of us.”

“I’m first in line,” she announced, prancing back and stopping in the doorway, pushing Alexis back.

“No, Madison. Alexis was there first. You have to go to the end of the line.”

When large group was over, Madison skipped back to the classroom, singing the Sunday School theme song with enthusiasm.

“Madison, you must remember to be quiet. We don’t want to disturb the other classes.”

“What’s for snack? I want my snack. I’m hungry.” Madison pulled the cupboard door open and poked her head in.

“Madison, come over here and sit down. It’s not time for snack yet.”

She sat cross-legged on the chair and picked up her Bible. “The story was about Noah. Noah built the ark. I have a picture in my Bible.” She flipped through the pages. “See? Can I have a crayon? I want to color the animals.”

“Madison, please pay attention. The others can’t learn the Bible lesson if you keep talking.”

“Is it time for snack yet? I’m hungry.”

“No, Madison. It’s not time for snack. It’s time to learn your memory verse. Here’s your card.”

“I can read it really fast. It says, ‘BepatientbearingwithoneanotherinloveEphesiansfourtwo.’”

“Madison, please give the other children a chance to say the verse. You need to be quiet while they take their turns.”

Madison stuck the card between the pages of her Bible and pulled it out again. She spun it in her hand until it dropped on the floor. She dove under the table to get it and bumped her head.

“Oww.” A wail brought her up on the other side of the table, rubbing her forehead. “I hurt myself.”

“You’re okay. Come here and let me rub it. Now, sit here next to me and don’t get up again.”

“Now can we have snack? I’m really hungry. Please?”

“Yes, it’s snack time. No, Madison, I’ll get it. You go sit down. Patrick, can you help me please?”

Madison’s shoulders drooped. “Why can’t I help? I’m a good helper. See?” She grabbed a cup from Patrick and juice spilled across the floor. “Oops. I can clean it up.” She ran to the cupboard and returned with a wad of paper towels.

“Madison, does your teacher at school have to tell you to be quiet and sit still and pay attention?”

Madison looked surprised. “No. I’m good in school.”

“Then why can’t you be good in Sunday School?”

She smiled. “I am good. See?” She carried the dripping paper towels to the trash can and ran back to the table. Perching on the edge of a chair, she accepted a picture of the Ark and helped herself to a handful of crayons. Ignoring the picture, she drew curlicues across the page. She hummed as she changed crayons and was still drawing when parents started arriving to pick up the other children.

Finally, a knock on the door sounded and a woman poked her head into the room.

“Mommy!” Madison raced to the door, arms spread wide. Then she ran back to throw her arms around her teacher’s waist.

“I had fun. I love you, Miss Connie.”


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/15/12
Oh, I got tired just reading this story. You did a delightful job of painting a detailed picture. I smiled at many of the descriptions and silently thanked God for blessing me with kids who only had a mild case of ADHD. I'm sure many teachers and parents both can really relate to this story. I also thought the Bible verse and the way you used it was quite clever as well.
Fiona Stevenson11/16/12
Too real. Very well told. God bless you.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/23/12
Congratulations for ranking 15th overall!