A stroke of genius, he called it. It was totally out of his range of experience and completely unexpected. But oh, the interesting results.
It was terribly short notice, but someone had to do it. Substituting for the teacher of the third grade Sunday School class on the holiday weekend was not on schedule for Alec.
The big smile was his way of establishing himself as the “one” for the “day.” Fifteen kids were already seated in the small classroom, and their chattering could be heard down the hall.
“Yes, girls and boys, I have here in my hands the most interesting book there is. What is it?” his voice was clear and deep. For being twenty-years old Alec knew how to sound like a man in authority.
Between frowns and smiles one chipper kid pronounced, “That’s the Bible. We hear about it every Sunday.”
“Ah, very good. And today you have a chance to show off for me. I will tell you a little story. But . . . “ he paused for emphasis. The children were totally paying attention at this point.
“Every time I say something that is incorrect you will speak out with the word that is right. See how often you all agree on what I’ve tried to trick you into . . . “ He nodded his head. “Now, not too loud, we don’t want to wake up the fourth and fifth graders next door in the event that they have been assigned to take a nap by Mrs. Sterling or Mr. Gruber.”
“Let’s do a practice, first. My name is Santa Claus . . . “