5.) It happened during recess….
Two Jesus inspired posts in one week…you guys are LUCKY! Or blessed. Or both.
The Catholic school I attended in 1st and 2nd grade shut down before 3rd grade and my mother reluctantly enrolled us in a public school. Since Dad died, there was a bit of financial pressure involved there and sending all of us to a public school was a heck of a lot cheaper then enrolling us in another private school.
Imagine my dismay when I got to this new public school and realized there was NO PRAYER.
I don’t know how those heathens expected me to study in a room without Jesus, so I brought Jesus to school with me. I had received a gorgeous, shiny, glistening rosary from my mother for my First Communion. I brought my expensive looking satin box to school with me and placed it at the corner of my desk,
I smiled at my friends as my beautiful beads sparkled.
Yes friends. Unlike you, I am a child of God. Do you see my rosary? I am a chosen one.
My friends liked my rosary so much that when I came back from recess after just one day on display, it was gone. STOLEN during recess.
I was crushed. I had not expected this kind of violation even at a public school.
After some silent prayer asking Jesus what the hell I was supposed to do now that my expensive/special item was stolen (not to mention the ultimate of punishments from my mother should she find out)….I heard his voice loud and clear, “My Child, Go forth and confront the guiltiest looking person in your class”.
So the next morning I did.
It was Lonnie.
She had asked me about my rosary and I mistook her inquiry as a desire to get right with the Lord. Instead I sold her on the idea of having a rosary of her own, so she took mine.
Before class began I nestled in next to her at her desk and I was all, “sigh…today is such a terrible no good very bad day…”
And she was all, “oh really why?”
And I was all, “Welllll…my beautiful rosary has been taken. It meant so much to me because, Jesus. And also because my Dad gave it to me before he died and it’s one of the last things I had to remember him by”.
(I said a quick Hail Mary for my lie, but it was a desperate time. I felt sure God would understand.)
Lonnie shifted and I leaned in a little closer and quietly whispered, “you know Lonnie? If you thought my rosary was pretty and wanted to bring it home to show your mom, I wouldn’t even be mad at you. I would just want you to bring it back.”
And Lonnie was all, “Really?”
And my brain was all “Oh hail no girl, I KNEW it was you, PLEASE BRING IT BACK!!!” but my mouth said, “Mmhmm…promise.”
Lonnie brought the rosary back the next morning without the satin case and I was so pleased to have those sparkling beads back in my clutches that I didn’t even care about the missing satin case.
Well I did care a little bit because my rosary fit so perfectly into it’s expensive looking case, but I had my rosary! I brought it straight home and never brought Jesus to the classroom again.
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5.) It happened during recess….
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