The shrieky notes of the well known hymn swelled, fell and then died away in a off key tone that would have caused any one with musical ability to wilt with the mere sound. A slight clearing of the throat then was heard, followed by a loud, “Now let us turn to our scripture reading for this morning,” being very much mimicked from some recently attended church service.
The illiterate preacher noisily tuned the pages of the Bible, in hand, to find the memorized passage of Scripture that would be the moments “Scripture Reading.”
“John three sixteen,” the voice once again boomed, “For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth on Him shall not perish but have everlasting life.”
A mere second of silence fell on the empty living room furniture, but was quickly broken by the loud, childish voice of the little preacher.
“Today we need to understand this verse of Scripture. It is telling us that God loves us sssooooo much that He sent us His only son to die on a cross for everyone.”
The little preacherette went on, “And if we believe on Him we will have everlasting life, that means a home with Jesus. So let’s believe on Jesus right now so that we can be with Him forever.” With that the sermon was completed, the Bible was closed and the small girl jump off her bucket platform.
“Mommy, Mommy,” she shouted while running through the house, “When I grow up I want to be a preacher!”