I got a phone call from Emily last night. Sometimes she is so lucky, God. How amazing. She’s going to Sunday School this week and every week because she has question she wants to know about you. She and Jazz and Uncle Paul – all of them are going. Emily wants to understand more about God and Uncle Paul says it’s time they all did and that Auntie Lisa wanted them to too and that was it.
God, why is my Dad so against you when Emily’s Dad will let her go to Sunday School just to find out stuff? I don’t think that’s very fair. Why won’t you make my Dad let me go to Sunday School too? Please, will you do that?
Dad found my Bible last night. He took it off me and said that it was junk and that I should be reading better things. Thank you that Jonah brought me a Bible today from his Mum with easy words. I told him about Dad taking my Bible last night. He told me that God’s timing is pretty clever. He said that once when he was living overseas his last pair of warm shoes that fit – cos he was growing awfully fast – got busted and it was too cold to go anywhere without shoes on and then his next pair which had been lost in the post turned up the next day. When I told him about Emily, he was really excited and didn’t get at first why I wasn’t.
But then he promised that on Mondays he would bring his lessons from Sunday to school and show me what they learnt every week. That’s pretty cool of him. Still, I really wish I could go.
Maybe one day Dad will let me.
Dear God,
Please help Dad not be mad about you all the time. I want him to love you too. And I want Mum and Callum to be Christians as well. Will you do that, God? Please? All of them? Please make him let me go to Sunday school. And help me find a new place to hide my new Bible where Dad won’t find it.
Amen.
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