The other day, as I was walking to the clinic, I was hailed by a small shepherd boy I sort of know.
He called out: “Rachel! Hi!”
“Hi! How are you?”
“Fine! Give me your jacket!”
“When will you give me clothes? When I come to your house?”
“No. I’m not giving you any clothes.”
By now he was following me down the road.
“You will give me clothes tomorrow when I come to church.”
“No. I told you, I’m not giving you any clothes.”
“Then I won’t come to church! I won’t come if you don’t give me anything!”
“Then don’t come! God is angry with you if you only come to church to get something. You know why I go to church? I go because I love Jesus. His word says, ‘Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.'”
“It is true.”
“So will you come to church?”
“I’ll come if you give me candy!”
I looked back and shook my finger at his gleaming smile.
Although it seemed that my haphazard Sunday school lecture was entirely wasted on him, I saw him in church this morning.