The Sister Preaches

As a small child, I had a wonderful wooden steps tool that transitioned from two wooden steps into a pint sized chair by folding the back down and up.  I think my mother might even have the steps tool in her basement.  I have very vivid memories of playing church with this step stool.  I’d turn it into “steps” and stand on the top platform and preach from the pulpit at length.  Then I’d step down, fold the stool up into a seat, and park myself down to be the congregation and loudly sing away for an equally long time.  Repeat and repeat.

On Wednesday morning I came around the corner and found The Banana dressed in a quite fashionable get up that included leggings, a skirt and a shirt all with their own mismatched pattern.  On her feet were ridiculously small plastic high heeled dress up shoes that I have no idea how she can even shove her ginormous feet into, and around her neck was a pink feather boa.  She was standing on our plastic steps tool which has been missing for months.  I have no idea where she found it, but her hip was jutted out to one side and she was tapping her feet in those nasty pink dress up shoes.

“I’m a missionary!” she exclaimed.  And then she began to tell Mr. Trouble on Feet (looking on with rapt admiration) and Brutus the Cat all about the Bible.  “I’m going to tell you all about JESUS!” she nearly yelled.  The audience’s eyes widened. Tap tap tap went the pink plastic shoes.  She proceeded to preach at length.  Swish went the father boa.  She swung her hips from side to side.  “Sometimes I even need to tell MYSELF about Jesus.”  Swish went the feather boa in the other direction.

My, oh my.  It will be interesting to see what God does with her.