"ELSEWHERE!"
ELSEWHERE! Anywhere but here, I thought as I stood amid the staunchy men and woman on the steps of the church.
How could they be serving the same God? They were starched and somber. They were word-particular and straight faced. My God was easy and humourous. Did not we serve the same God?
Full of discust, with a heart screaming for escape, I'd had enough. Anywhere was better than this somber place of bored and tired actors.
I spotted an old bike parked at the corner down the street. A sign, "Rent Me", beckoned me. Desperation made me rude. In the middle of yet another unending, boring conversation of 'our life deserving death', I turned my back on those preoccupied converts. I briskly walked to the bike on the corner. The sign seemed to supernaturally change to say, "Nancy's Ticket to ELSEWHERE!".
Paying the man for the bike rental, I removed my high heel shoes, pulled my long, fancy skirt between my legs and into my belt, and straddled that bike.
Peddling away, I glanced back at the stodgy group on the church steps. Their mouths stood open as they stared at me. I couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking.
"Wish that was me!" one would be thinking. "I can't believe how rude and ungodly she is!" thought another.
I didn't care! I was on my way to ELSEWHERE and freedom. No more tedium or boredom for me. I would now explore the true created world with God-filled joy! For that's the God I know!
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