Finding Favor in His Eyes

+The Fated Sunday+

April 24, 2016 - Sunday

     "We're leaving in 10 minutes!" Mom yelled from downstairs.

     "Yes Mom I know! Stop counting down already! It makes me want to move slower!" I said aggravated to max potential. If someone annoys me one more time that'll be the straw that broke the camel's back. It's not my fault that my alarm didn't go off when it should have.

     "Eight more minutes! Come on, cupcake we're leaving to church with or without you! And you'll be the one feeling guilty not going to church!" Dad yelled with little to no patience.

     What happened to the patience in this family? Am I seriously the only one who still owns that trait?

    "Open the God damn door already, Blessy!" I say to my twelve-year-old sister. "No one has time for you to gargle mouthwash!" I'm just about to explode.

     "Don't put God's name in vein!" Dad yells.

     "Yeah, yeah 'Don't put God's name in vein' It's a commandment not to be broken." I swear to God my family is too religious. Everything we do has to be about God. I mean I know it's not good to ignore God, but this whole religion thing is...

     I don't know how to explain it, however my late grandmother says people need religion to have something or someone to believe in order to have morals spiritually. My grandmother was the only one I can talk to about God without her acting as a saint.

     I hate when people talk high and mighty about God. It's annoying when they tell what's right and wrong in society and back it up with scriptures from the Bible. I bet if I was able to use my phone in church I could counter that with another verse in the Bible. They aren't Jesus or God so it should be okay. Right?

     I get it they're older therefore wiser, but that doesn't mean they should shame people who divorce or who are homosexual. Humans aren't perfect they have their faults.

     I get dressed up with a dress that goes past my knees because that's dress code for girls at church. It's a black dress and I simply adore that color. Not trying to be racist or anything... Black matches anything am I right? I brush my long brown hair which will get back to messy either way.

     I finally finish getting ready and head out with my family. Since I'm thirteen I get shotgun. I only want to sit in the passenger seat because my sister and I would always fight back there.

     I stare out the window while listening to the weird gospel songs play on the radio. As we speed off I notice a deer that had been run over to the side of the white lines on the street. I hope it found it's way to heaven. I don't know if I can be able to go to heaven. In fact I don't even know what I even need to do to get to heaven.

     In Sunday school, we learn about what the gospel is. My teacher, Sister Susan, explained how Mathew, Mark, Luke, and John preached the gospel otherwise known as the 'Good news'. I'm always paying attention and attending the questions when were at Sunday school because Sister Susan always includes voice in her teachings. Not like my other teachers in the past that talked about stories about Jesus monotonously.

     There's only six kids in our class that are the same age as me. Four girls and three boys. Scratch that, four boys.

     One hour goes way to fast in Sunday school. Now we have endless amount of hours for service upstairs.
Service is basically the main part of church where we have to sing songs, listen to guest pastors, and other stuff.

     After, we sang some songs to praise our Savior, Jesus Christ, we read a Psalms from the Bible. Psalms is one of the many books in the Bible.

     If that's confusing you think of it this way, you have a Bible with many chapters like Psalms or Hebrews and in those chapters there are more chapters that are numbered like Isiah two. And in those chapters there are verses so you can say something like John three verse fifteen. Sometimes you can have parts to a book like first Corinthians or second Corinthians.

     Now that we got that out of the way, the church got to the point to give offerings. We just pass a tin bowl around and put around a dollar in it. They use it for paying for the church's maintenance. Following the offering, we pray for it.

     Finally, we reach to the guest pastor of this Sunday. His name was Pastor E. Matthew. He was talking about his baptism and how he was doing in the service of God. Pastor E. introduced himself by saying he was a missionary working in America. 

     America was on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. We live in the Paris, so us Parasians students take English classes. Since Dad is American he speaks English at home and French outside. So I know a lot of English words but, I can't see myself to speak it. I don't always pay attention to what any of the pastors say because of the boring life stories that I can't seem to help, but slowly fall asleep to.

     Finally, Pastor E. Matthew finished up and we had to do the bread and wine thing. Those who are older and baptized eat a portion of bread and a tiny cup of wine.

     The pastor began the whole introduction to the ceremony. "Take, eat, this is my body which has been brok-"

     "Beep. Beep. Beep." I almost jump out of my seat from the loud alarm coming from my phone. I search through my bag frantically to stop the noise.

     "Oh, so now you go off!" I whisper scream to the alarm clock. I grabbed my phone and hit snooze so forcefully that I think I broke my nail.

     I rise up slowly only to my horror the pastors were glaring at me. I was utterly embarrassed to death. I slump back down a bit.

     To my likeness, the pastors continue like nothing happened. I still hang my head and shame as they go on to the meeting schedule.

     My parents are going to kill me after church... Ug.

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