Milo & Zeke: Blue Skies and Biscuits

On Wednesday nights, I tell a story to our church’s Awana clubbers. They’re getting to know Milo & Zeke pretty well. (Although none of them know Milo’s secret … yet.) Each story ties in with our T&T verse for the week. Today’s story went with a review section, so it recaps some of the attributes of God.

 

Section 1.6 – Review

Blue Skies and Biscuits

Zeke’s family was so big, they left for church in shifts. Grandpa Pete and Grandma Nell always left earliest, partly because Grandma was in charge of the coffee pot. Next was the big van, which coulda fit everyone if they were all ready at the same time. But Zeke’s oldest brother Tad did just about everything slow, and Zeke’s younger brother Jude wasn’t much different.

So Dad and Momma always let Tad drive over in the mini-van with any other stragglers. That way, Jude could eat his oatmeal as slow as ever, and nobody had to wait for Zeke’s sister Prissie to decide what to wear.

Whenever possible—and that was pretty much every week—Zeke took the early shift. That way, he could get away before Momma took a hairbrush to his hair, which never did settle down, not even for church. And he would be there before any of the other kids in his class. Which meant he’d have Milo to himself!

Zeke thudded down the stairs to the church basement, where all the kids classes met. Milo’s classroom walls were painted sky blue with puffy white clouds here and there. One wall had a marker board, and there was a bulletin board by the door. Milo had a desk, but he mostly only used it to sit on; the rest of them sat at four round kid-sized tables. The room wasn’t fancy, but Zeke was glad for Milo. Because blue was his favorite color.

Zeke charged into the room. “My ’Lo!”

“Good morning! You’re just in time.”

“I thought I was early.”

“For class, yes. I was talking about this.” Milo offered a half-sheet of yellow paper. “I added some new questions.”

“Sure! I mighta changed my mind about some stuff.”

Milo made interview sheets for the boys in his class. And not just the new kids. The questions were a mix of serious and silly. It was like a pop quiz that no one needed to study for because you could make up the answers.

What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

Do you prefer sisters or brothers?

How many hot dogs can you eat before you’re full?

Have you read an interesting book since the last time I asked?

Zeke bounced from foot to foot, all exited to share his answers. This was another reason Zeke loved coming early. Because if it was just him and Milo, Zeke didn’t have to fill out the sheet. Things like that took way too long … and meant paying attention to penmanship and spelling. Nope, when Zeke came early, Milo let him say his answers out loud. And talking about stuff with Milo was Zeke’s first best favorite part of Sundays.

“If I just tell you the answers, won’t you forget?” Zeke checked.

Milo pulled a stack of blue papers out of his satchel and set them on the corner of the desk. “I wouldn’t and I won’t.”

“Even if I change my mind a whole bunch of times?”

“Even then,” Milo said with a laugh. “For instance, I remember when you changed your favorite color to red because your dad had bought you your very first pair of red high-tops.”

“Yep! I always get red now.” Zeke looked down at his feet. Since it was Sunday, he had on his church shoes—scuffed brown loafers. “Only I can’t wear them to church. They’re my school shoes.”

Milo finished getting everything ready for his lesson and sat on one of the kid-sized chairs across from Zeke. Stretching out his legs and crossing his ankles, he said, “I remember when your favorite was almond bear claws because they’re Neil’s favorite … and you wanted to be just like him.”

Zeke rolled his eyes. “That was when I was little!”

“And now, you have your own favorite for your own reasons.”

“Sprinkles are the best!”

Milo frowned thoughtfully. “Why? They don’t really have a flavor.”

“I know. But they make everything they touch extra special! You’ll always notice the ones with sprinkles! They want to be picked!” Zeke added, “And I know your best favorite.”

“You do?”

“Grandma’s biscuits with lotsa honey.”

Milo chuckled. “I think you may be right. Any chance there will be biscuits today?”

“’Course!” Zeke promised. Because Milo came over for Sunday dinner all the time. And Grandma Nell pretty much always made Milo biscuits. She was actually the one who’d noticed it was his favorite.

Zeke asked, “How come you always change your questions?”

“I suppose for the same reason you always change your answers,” said Milo. “Everyone changes. It’s part of growing.”

“Getting taller doesn’t make me want a new flavor of ice cream.”

“Well, no. But every day brings new chances to try things and make discoveries. You’re learning about yourself as you go along, and I don’t want to miss out on anything important.”

“Everything changes?” Zeke scrunched up his face in thought. “Like I might maybe change my mind about red being my favorite color? Someday?”

“Everything can change, but some things won’t. God doesn’t change.”

“Never?”

Milo nodded. “We can count on Him because He’s always Himself.”

Zeke held up his yellow sheet. “If you interviewed Him, would He always have the same answers?”

“What an interesting idea!” Milo tried to rub a smile off his face, but he didn’t quite succeed. “By any chance, do you feel bad for God?”

“Well, wouldn’t it be boring … never getting to mix up your answers or switch to sprinkles?”

This time, Milo laughed. “Let’s look at it another way. God is always God, and He is full of surprises. He’s never bored, and we’ll never find him boring … because every day brings new chances to learn something new about Him and make discoveries about how many ways He cares.”

“So He’s always the same, but in different ways?” Zeke wrinkled his nose. “Did I say that right?”

“One of the reasons we’re here at church every week is to learn about God. The things that never change—God is the Creator, holy, just, and eternal. We also know that God is love, but He’s creative in how He shows that love to each of us. For instance, if love was something good to eat, God would make sure that Neil got an almond bear claw, but He’d save something with sprinkles for you. Because God always knows what we need. His love is personal.”

“So God gives you blue skies and biscuits?” asked Zeke.

Milo stood and ruffled Zeke’s hair as Jasper and a couple of the others came in. But he winked and answered in a whisper. “Blue skies, biscuits, and you, my ’Eke.”


Zeke and Jude by Ilaria Catalani

Zeke and his little brother Jude!

If you’re looking for more Milo & Zeke stories, use this blog’s Awana tag! ♥

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