Our Winnsboro Sunday School
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had bare wood floors
and two purple velvet chairs
like thrones
behind the pulpit.
It wasn't a place of beauty unto the Lord
like our Grand Bay church had been
but it was okay.
There was no Brother Rudy
to usher us to a seat of honor
up front
so I sat in the back.
I saw that there were several girls my age.
Lots of ladies stopped by to chat a minute with Mom
and everybody stood up when Daddy entered.
This church was a singing church.
They belted out all verses to all songs
which took up a lot of Daddy's preaching time.
At first Daddy waved his hands after the second verse
to try and get them to stop singing
but they went right on to verse three
so Daddy had to settle down
and sing right along with them
right on through verse five.
All the windows were open wide
and flies wasps bees butterflies
tried to zoom through the screen
bumped their heads
and fell away
stunned for an instant.
Daddy took as his text
Matthew 10:29, 31
"Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing?
and one of them shall not fall on the ground
without your Father.
Fear ye not therefore
ye are of more value than many sparrows."
Then Daddy told the story of me
falling into the Gulf of Mexico.
I was horrified.
My face burned.
People turned to look at me.
The boys snickered.
Even Mom turned around and looked at me.
It was worse by far
than dying in the green water
in the gulf
would have been.
I had no idea why Daddy would do such a thing to me
but I was burning mad!
The Assistant Pastor chose
as our last hymn
"I sing because I'm happy".
The words stuck behind my tongue
because I was so upset at Daddy.
After church a girl came up to me
laughing about my fall
and she said
"Oh I would have loved to be a fly on the wall
and see that!"
"I bet you looked like a drowned rat!
I bet your pretty curls
went straight as a stick"!
I couldn't stand her.
I could barely keep from telling her
to keep her big mouth shut
but I didn't because I was the preacher's daughter
and I was supposed to set an example
even if I had to grit my teeth
and bite my tongue
until it bled
to do it.
That girl was Alice Faye.
My best friend.
At devotions that night
Daddy told the Lord that he hadn't realized how upset I would be
when he preached about my fall
into the Gulf
and that he hoped the Lord would help me overcome my anger.
Later, he came into the bedroom
after I was in bed
and he tucked me in
like he hadn't done since I was little.
"I can see steam coming out of your ears"
Daddy said
"so I'll just kiss you goodnight
and get out of here
while I still can."
He leaned over and we held hands for an instant
because I loved him.
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