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Resignation, Part 5

This is a work of fiction and the fifth in a series of  previous posts.

Bill sat in his chair waiting for the bell to ring.  He looked around at those who were there for Sunday school.  There were not as many as when he took this class over last year when Paul left.  There were usually a few stragglers that came in after the bell rang.  That irritated Bill.  He did not understand anyone being late for Sunday school.  It was disrespectful to the Lord.  “You wouldn’t be late to meet with the President”, he thought.

Bill opened up the class by asking for prayer requests.  It was a good filler to let all of those late people come in.  There were some legitimate requests shared, but some just made him shake his head.  Way too many were whiny.  Sometimes he wanted to tell these people  to man up and get over it.

After the requests were shared, Bill paused.  Steve and Sue were not there.  They had been missing Sunday school more and more lately.  He knew that a lot of the other folks that had slacked off had been friends of Paul.  They had been upset when he left.  Many of them hung on for a while, but eventually quit coming as often.  Finally, they quit coming at all.  But Steve and Sue?  Steve was a deacon and should be there supporting him.  The deacons were in agreement the class and the church was better off without Paul.  He had encouraged everyone to think about scripture on their on.  He had left the class members too much wiggle room on how to apply the scripture to their lives.  He was way too touchy-feely with all of that talk about taking it all back to loving God and loving each other.

Bill had been uncomfortable with Paul’s teaching for a long time.  He relished the opportunity to take over teaching the class once Paul was gone.  Sure, he did not have a lot of time, but there were plenty of lessons he could download to teach these folks.  Get up.  Read the scripture.  Tell them what it said.  Class dismissed.  That was Bill’s style and he loved it.  However, he was going to have to call Steve and find out what was going on with him and Sue not coming to class.  He had better have a good answer or Bill would have to bring it up to the other deacons.  That would probably straighten Steve out.  He would not want to face the entire deacon body on this.

Bill finished just before the bell rang.  He looked around at everyone.  Everyone had their head down and looked somber.  Obviously, he had gotten to them.  They all probably realized how they needed to straighten out their lives and get right.  He loved the opportunity to show these people where they were in their lives and how they could make their lives better.  He loved being a good example for them as someone they could pattern their lives after.  They were pretty lucky to have him as their teacher.

Walking to the worship service, a lot of people spoke to Bill.  It felt nice to be a pretty big deal around there.  It was great to be recognized as one of the leaders in this church.  He looked at some of them and wondered what kind of shape this church would be without him.

He walked into the auditorium and looked around.  Steve and Sue were sitting in their spot.  He would have gone on over to find out what their problem was with Sunday school, but the pastor was there.  Donald was doing his normal meet and greet with people before the service.  Hopefully, his sermon would have some of the suggestions he had been sharing with him over the past year.  He kept telling Donald that he needed to share the vision and direction of the church.  Anyone that had studied leadership at all knew that you had to keep telling the sheep that you had to do that.

Bill sat in his seat and waited.  He wondered if Donald would preach a long sermon.  He wanted to get to lunch fairly quickly after church.  There was a game on at 1:00 that he wanted to see.  Based on the last several sermons Donald had preached, he could have skipped the service.  Of course, he could not do that since he was the chairman of the deacons now.  That would not be fitting for someone of his position.

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