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Today's reading of the Holy Book of Winchester comes from 2 Chuck, 1:15 - 57 :
God's Eyes
Pastor Jim Murphy of the Blue Earth Lutheran Church was smiling to himself as he watched the ranks of children file out of the sanctuary as another day of vacation bible school came to a close.
They had a good turn out this year with close to 50 boys and girls attending the four day event for three hours each morning and with only one day left to go, he was already considering this their most successful year.
He caught sight of little Sammy, holding his big brother’s hand as they came up to the pulpit where Jim was tucking his bible away. With their father out of town hunting a rugaru and leaving his two sons with him to keep an eye on for the next week, Jim had decided that they boys could use some time with other kids their age and with VBS in full swing, what could be better to keep them occupied and possibly even save their little souls?
Sammy shook out of Dean’s hand and came running up to the front of the sanctuary with a wide smile on his face, “Pastor Jim, Pastor Jim … see what I made?”
Sammy held up two Popsicle sticks joined together to make a cross and held together by colorful lengths of yarn winding around them from the center out, creating neatly made (for a six year old anyway) ‘God’s Eye’ .
“Oh my, Sammy. That is lovely and you did a very nice job making this.” Jim beamed down at the youngest of the Winchesters and Sammy’s proud smile made his heart melt in return.
Jim then turned his attention to Dean who was looking at his feet, “Didn’t you make a God’s eye today too, Dean? I believe everyone was supposed to make one.” he asked the sullen looking ten-year old.
“Yeah …” He mumbled without looking up.
“Well then, where is it?”
“Mrs. Cartwright took it from me.”
“She did? Why?”
“She said I made it wrong and that it was ina – inappro – something or other.“
“Inappropriate?” Jim asked, getting a little sinking feeling in his stomach. What had the boy done now?
Dean hung his head “Yeah … that’s what she said. But I thought it turned out just right, but she won’t let me have it back.”
Jim felt a little hand take his and he looked down to see Sammy looking up at him beseechingly, “I saw what Dean made and it was really good. You think if you ask Mrs. Cartwright for it back, she’ll let Dean keep it?”
Jim sighed, he was pastor of this church, but he usually let Mrs. Cartwright, the children’s ministry coordinator run things with VBS as she saw fit, but with two pairs of hazel-green eyes looking up at him plaintively, he felt his resolve crumble and his insides turn to goo.
“Alright …” Jim sighed, “let’s go see Mrs. Cartwright and see what we can do to get Dean’s craft project back.”
Jim walked out of Mrs. Cartwright’s office ten minutes later with Dean’s project in his hand, ready to give the boy a serious talking to, but with one look at the glee on Dean’s face at seeing his craft again, Jim decided to tone down his upcoming lecture.
“So … this is what you made when you were supposed to be making a God’s eye, huh?” Jim asked, handing the craft to Dean.
“See … I told you it was good.” Sammy added with a grin blessing his face.
“I know … it’s not really a God’s eye,” Dean ran his fingers across the yarn, “but I thought this was more fun to make.”
Jim crouched down so that he was at eye-level with the precocious boy. “Yes … it may have been more fun for you, but you do have to listen to the instructions that the teacher gives you next time, alright?”
“Yessir.” Dean agreed, abashed.
“Now, that being said,” He winked at Dean conspiratorially and checked to make sure that no other adults were within listening range, “What’s it supposed to be, a .9 mil?”
Dean grinned and lifted it up – it had the top part of the Popsicle stick broken off with yarn wrapped around the remaining sticks to hold it together in the shape of a handgun, “Actually, it’s a .357 Magnum just like the one you keep in your secret room.”
Jim ruffled Dean’s hair, but felt himself blanch a little. He hadn’t let the boys into his weapons room and he wondered how Dean even knew about it, “Well … it’s very … um … nice. But let’s not go around telling people about that, okay? It’s supposed to be secret for a reason.”
“Like the bat cave?” Sammy asked innocently and with awe in his voice.
“Yes, Sammy … just like the bat cave.” Jim replied to the dark-haired boy with a patient smile.
“Yessir … I promise we’ll never go in there again.” Dean said with what Jim believed to be sincerity, but he really should have checked behind Dean’s back where the boy had just crossed his fingers.
What Pastor Jim could have never foreseen at that moment was that in the future, idgjit children that attended VHS (vacation hunting school) and who followed the Gospel of Winchesters to the letter would not be chastised for failing to make the perfect God's eye, but because they didn't make the correct barrel size on their yarn and Popsicle stick .357. If he had known, it is certain that he would have given Dean much more praise for his ingenuity.
Here ends the reading, Praise Dean!
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This is just to give a little backstory on how children in the future that follow the gospels of Winchester might do a traditional craft for their VBS.