MacKenzie Isabelle Evans landed on G.M.’s back porch with a thud. She banged on the kitchen door with her fist. “Come in quickly!” G.M. called from the sink. “I can’t afford to have you knock a hole in my door!”
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Trevor Paul Monroe raised his hand high. He wiggled it in the air. He sure hoped Pastor Chuck would call on him first. He didn’t know the answers to lots of questions, but he knew the answer to this one.
“Hurry up! I don’t want to lose my space!” G.M. called from outside. Joseph grabbed the cooler that was sitting on the kitchen counter. He didn’t want to go without lunch!
By Linda Porter Carlyle These Joseph stories will help you understand what your Sabbath School lesson can mean for you today. “I have news,” Pastor Chuck announced. Everyone in the Sabbath School class looked up expectantly and waited. Pastor Chuck grinned. “In two weeks, we are going to have a special worship service on Friday
Trevor Paul Monroe eyed the papers and pencils in Pastor Chuck’s hands. Pastor Chuck was going to make them write something. He just knew it. Well, at least he could be pretty sure Pastor Chuck wouldn’t ask them to do any math in Sabbath School.
Mom reached over and patted her shoulder. “Stop worrying. We’re almost at the airport already. “We’ll be there in plenty of time,” she assured her. Mac twisted her head so she could see as much of the sky out of the car window as possible. “There’s a plane!” she announced anxiously.
G.M. looked back at Joseph. “We’re going to bake bread,” she repeated. “Now go and wash your hands.”
“It would be nice to live out here in the country,” Dad said as he carefully steered the car on the curvy road. “And have sheep!” Hannah interrupted. “And chickens,” Mama added.
“Stop!” Dad hissed. He reached for Mac’s arm. Mac froze. What could be the matter? “Over there by the bushes,” Dad whispered.