by Judith Allen
A memory of life in the summer going to vacation Bible school in the country
Sara was so excited. The posters were going up everywhere. She saw the first one in the little church that Sunday and knew the time was coming soon for so much summer fun. Then she saw the posters in the grocery store up the road. The grocery even took two posters, one for the front window and one near the candy rack. She really liked that one because she could get jaw-breakers and licorice sticks and think about what was coming in a week or so.
Grandpa took one to the garage when he got an oil change and to the feed store when he got supplies for the chickens and pigs. He didn’t go to church but he said he didn’t have anything against it especially since she and grandma went every Sunday. He couldn’t turn down Vacation Bible School posters, especially since grandma put it in his hand and said to do it.
Yes. It was Vacation Bible School and Sara loved it. She loved the teachers, the classes in the basement of her little church. She loved the snacks and the songs, the stories. The friends playing, laughing. The different feel from church and Sunday school. Most of all she loved the flannel board stories. They came alive to her. Walking on water. becoming fishers of men, the little children at Jesus’ knee. Feeding the five thousand. She never knew what story it would be and it didn’t matter at all. She loved them all. Loved the background, the feel of the flannel, getting to place a character on the board. Feeling part of the story. She really wanted a flannel board at home but decided it wouldn’t have been as special as Vacation Bible School.