On Wednesday nights, I tell a story to our church’s Awana clubbers. They’re getting to know Zeke pretty well. Here’s a recent installment, which ties in with our T&T verse.
Section 1.5 – God is Eternal
Zeke had a job to do for Momma, and that job was doing something he was pretty good at—breaking stuff.
With five boys in the Pomeroy house, fragile things didn’t always last very long. All it took was one game of cantaloupe football or a teensy little wrestling match on the family room floor, and something would get bumped off a table, knocked off a shelf, or kicked over.
Sometimes, it was big stuff. (Dad had warned Momma that it was risky, choosing a glass-topped coffee table.)
Sometimes it was small stuff. (Like that time a brand new jar of cookies sprinkles went spinning, and the kitchen floor was rolling with itty bitty balls in rainbow colors.)
Sometimes, it was important stuff, like the antique Christmas ornaments that broke that one time when the tree tipped over. (Zeke was too little to remember when that happened, but everybody said it was his fault.)
And sometimes, it was little stuff that were easy to fix. (Like that hole in the wall that Grandpa Pete patched up real good.)
Even though everyone had their share of bumps and breaks, Zeke was kinda famous. Not only did he tip over the Christmas tree when he was little, he broke a whole tractor when he was four, even though he was only trying to fix it up like Grandpa did. Then there was that time when he barely did nothing, but all the buttons just sorta exploded off the television remote.
Broken windows, holes in the knees of his jeans, lost keys, missing buttons, and failed kitchen experiments. But most of all … lamps. Zeke was personally responsible for the demise of more lamps than he was years old. And since he’d recently turned nine, that meant he was into double digits.
Someone knocked on their kitchen’s screen door, calling, “Package for the Pomeroys!”
“Hi, Milo!” Zeke called.
Milo Leggett wasn’t just the town mailman, he was Zeke’s Sunday school teacher at church. And a good friend of the whole Pomeroy family. He stepped inside, wearing his mailman uniform and a smile. Until he saw what Zeke was doing.
“Did you break something again, Zeke?”
“How’d you know?”
“This isn’t the first time you’ve been given this particular job. Are you allowed visitors?”
“Momma won’t mind since it’s you, my ‘Lo. And it’s okay. I already apologized, and she says nothing in the house hasta last forever except love.”
Milo slid into a chair across from Zeke. “Your momma is a wise woman.”
“Guess so.” Zeke got ready to let his hammer drop. “Dad says breaking lamps is way better than breaking promises.”
“Another wise saying.” Milo used his hands to sweep together the scattered pieces of broken shells all over the table. “Are you going to crack all of those walnuts?”
“Yep. Momma says I should put my talents to good use.” Zeke banged one of the nuts sitting on the cutting board. With a crunch, the tough shell smashed.
“I’m beginning to see the logic in her plan,” said Milo. “If you’re going to break something, it may as well be something that needs breaking.”
“Yep. And when I’m done, we’ll make brownies.” Zeke fished through the shell fragments for the nut meat and dropped it into a waiting bowl. “I like this job. Only there’s a lot of walnuts, so it’s taking forever.”
Milo propped his chin on his hand and smiled. “Forever is a lot bigger than a pile of walnuts.”
“Huh,” said Zeke, who always brought his craziest questions to Milo. “How come people say forever like it’s bad?”
“What do you mean?”
“When Neil (who was Zeke’s big-big brother) makes breakfast, he always says the toaster is taking forever. And Sis takes forever to get ready for church on Sunday.”
“Oooh.” Milo chuckled. “Waiting can feel like forever, but that’s not the same as the forever I mean.”
“Are you talking about Bible-forever?”
“And that’s a good kind of forever,” said Zeke, who lined up another walnut.
“For those who belong to God, definitely.”
Another walnut went crunch, and Zeke asked, “How long is forever?”
“So long that no matter how far you go, you’ll never reach The End.” Milo swept more shell bits into a pile. “You’re really given this a lot of thought.”
“Guess so.” Zeke shrugged. “Nothing much else to do when you’re smashing walnuts.”
Milo said, “Forever is a part of Who God is. He has always been alive, and He’ll always be alive. ‘From everlasting to everlasting.’” As Zeke’s hammer landed on another walnut, Milo added, “Even God’s names are eternal, and most of them are like promises.”
“He is called the God who Provides, because He knows what you need. He’s called Most High because no one can compare. And when you call Him your Heavenly Father, it’s because He promised you a place as one of His children.”
“Like me,” agreed Milo. “And just like God is eternal, the promises He makes won’t end. They can’t ever be broken.”
“Like Momma’s green lamp.”
“Oh, Zeke,” sighed Milo.
“It’s okay,” said Zeke, since Milo sounded worried. “Momma’s lots like God. She liked the lamp, but she promised to love me forever. And make brownies.”
With a lopsided smile, Milo repeated, “Your momma is a wise woman.”
Psalm 90:2 – Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever You had formed the earth and the world even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.
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