Conner remembered leaving church that day confused. He felt like he was thrown off of a roller coaster with all of the thoughts racing through his mind. Jesus returning, the rapture. The true meaning of being a Christian and everything else he had heard. He stared up at the sun squinting and turning away from the blazing heat. The light coming off of it was to much to bare.
As he walked through the small town, he looked around at everybody that he saw. Everyone was so different, there were so many different human beings, and God created them all with specific detail. He was blown away at the thought. The whole world, the ground, the grass, the blue sky, his skin, his blonde hair. Conner wondered what his parents would say when he got home. Would they listen to him, encourage him, he hoped they would be proud of all that he had learned that day.
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When he did get home he had a strange feeling as he walked through the door. The paint seemed duller, the furniture looked like plush objects, the small TV, that has been replaced for years with a flat screen, was placed in the corner of the living room. His mother was sitting on the couch and his father was lounging in his lazy boy chair.
He shut the door behind him and turned to stair at them for a moment. They had been watching something on the television when they noticed he had come inside.
"Oh hey son where have you been all morning?"
"I left a note on the counter telling you that i was going to church."
His dad stopped watching the TV and had a blank expression. Looking toward Conner now he was bewildered, "Church?"
His mother laughed "We thought you met Graces house."
"No. i meant like a real live church with real people and actual bibles."
"Honey you could have just asked us to take you, we would have driven you there." his mother said still fiddling with a magazine in the clutch of her hand.
"Yeah but you wouldn't have stayed."
They sat silent for a moment. It was so still you could hear the birds chirping from across the yard.
Conner's mother and father were never much for Jesus, they had no concern with him. Conner noticed that all they seemed to care about was politics, and work. They brushed off talk of prayer, no one seemed to care.
"Are you a christian now Conner?" his father asked with one eyebrow crooked.
Conner thought about this for a moment. Then looked them both in the face.
"Yes, i guess i am."
"From one day at church huh?", his mother said now facing him in her chair.
"An old lady explained to me allot of things. The rapture, being a christian, God in general."
"Well good for you kid" his dad said half heartily, "Aye son you still got your Sunday chores you need to finish."
His father changed the subject, obviously wanting out of the conversation. Conner could feel how uncomfortable, how strangely unsure they were of this whole situation, their tensed emotions practically hung in the air like a bad stench.
"Alright.." Conner walked away from them.
