Sunday school and "sunbeams" (the Wednesday night meeting) for children was held in the old, creaky wooden floor part of the First Baptist Church of Hope. I enjoyed the activities and playing with friends. Outside the classrooms, on the wall of a stairwell that I never dared ascend, hung a picture. It was a depiction of Satan gesturing toward the expanse of territory Jesus would rule should he bow to the dark lord.
Satan, short horned and bat winged, hovered off the precipice where stood Jesus in his linen robe and long, wavy locks. I remember staring at it and wondering how the artist knew what happened on that cliff. How anyone knew. Only Jesus and the devil could possibly know. And then, I got scared. It was a harsh contrast to "Jesus Loves the Little Children."
Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight. Too bad they grow up.
Satan, short horned and bat winged, hovered off the precipice where stood Jesus in his linen robe and long, wavy locks. I remember staring at it and wondering how the artist knew what happened on that cliff. How anyone knew. Only Jesus and the devil could possibly know. And then, I got scared. It was a harsh contrast to "Jesus Loves the Little Children."
Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight. Too bad they grow up.
