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Pandemic Pentecost (Serving Time)
What is With That Kid?
“It is the damnedest thing, Marce.” Bev stopped to light a Salem and then picked the phone receiver back up.
“Even with the pandemic, the kid is still on Zoom for prayer meetings, choir practice, and then sings in the choir on Zoom for both Sunday services.” Bev couldn’t believe any kid of hers would get suckered into this church crap.
Stevie came down for lunch on Sunday, face shining. Bev shot him a look but didn’t say anything. His older sister, Becky, however, did.
“Stevie, are you high? Let me see your eyes.”
“Leave’m alone, Beck. Finish your lunch.” Bev felt the first stabs of one of her migraines coming on.
“Look at him, Mom. He gets all lit up from that church stuff. It’s as bad as drugs.”
“Shut up and eat.”
Through it all, as usual, Stevie just let his sister stew. Poor Becky. She was going to hell for sure. Stevie supposed he should be doing more to bear witness and save her, but maybe hell was the best place for someone like her. He’d better talk to Pastor McFadden about this.
Sometimes Pastor McFadden just didn’t make sense. Of course, he was in a rush to get back to his sermon for Pentecost, so Stevie guessed he could cut him a little…
