A Pastor and his Snickers bar
Candy is an amazing force. Its powers can turn a kind man into a wild beast. Luckily, it doesn’t hold the same power over me. It’s nice, but I could do without. So instead of eating my share, I taunt and laugh. I pick a victim each year; usually mum and dad, but I chose someone new this year. My pastor a kind and thoughtful-usually selfless-man, has been captured by the thought of a snickers bar,
I hadn’t realized my power until last night at Prayer Meeting. I’d mentioned casually that my mum was also eyeing that same candy bar. A nervous look crossed Pastor Danny’s face as he approached my ma. He let a playfully aggressive scowl cross his face and used a deathly low voice as he spoke to her. “Don’t dare touch that snickers.” It was jokingly, of course, but very amusing. It showed me the power I had over this man till I give him the snickers on Sabbath. I could have fun with this…