015. Church // Ron Sacks // NCIS
Title: Amen
Prompt Number/Prompt: 015. Church
Character/Fandom: Ron Sacks // NCIS
Word Count: 387
Rating: G
Warning(s): I am not Baptist, and I’ve never written a sermon before. ^^
Summary: Ron goes to church
“When God spoke the Fifth Commandment, he told us to honor thy father and thy mother...”
Ron stared up at the stained glass windows of the church.
“There must be a structure, there must be order in the lives of the faithful, the children of God...”
He leaned forward, hoping to catch sight of Bobby Dean or one of the other kids from their neighborhood, but a glare from his mom sent him back to sitting up straight almost immediately.
“Love your father as you would love The Father, and love your mother as you would love The Holy Mother, for all have both brought you into the world…”
Ron kicked his feet against the bottom of the pew, fidgeting with his hymn book as the preacher droned on.
“Sit still, Ronny,” His father muttered out of the corner of his mouth. “It’s almost over.”
“For God is in all, and all is for Him, and it is with faith in him that you will never be alone.”
“Daddy?”
“Be quiet, Ron. It’s almost over, I promise.” Alan Sacks dropped his voice to a low murmur, with a quick glance at his wife. “Please God, let it be almost over…”
“Daddy?”
“Yeah Ron?”
“If God is everywhere, why do we have to go to church?”
With a small chuckle, his dad leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“Mommy thinks that God can hear you better when you’re in church.”
“So why do I have to pray before bed at home then?”
“Because…because-”
“Does God only listen sometimes? How do you know when He’s listening?”
Alan sighed, rubbing a hand over his son’s head. “Ron, God can hear you all the time, okay?”
“So why do we-“
“It’s like Santa Claus.”
Ron frowned. “God is like Santa?”
“Yeah. He knows when you’ve been bad or good, he knows what to give you for Christmas, but you still write a Christmas list, don’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“Going to church is like making a list for God.”
“Wow.”
“Wow what, little guy?”
“God must have a really bad memory if we have to come back every week.”
June Sacks glared at her husband as his shoulders started to shake with repressed laughter.
“Alan! Don’t encourage him!”
“I’m s-sorry, June, he just-he-”
The sudden chorus of ‘Amen!’s drowned out her response.
Prompt Number/Prompt: 015. Church
Character/Fandom: Ron Sacks // NCIS
Word Count: 387
Rating: G
Warning(s): I am not Baptist, and I’ve never written a sermon before. ^^
Summary: Ron goes to church
“When God spoke the Fifth Commandment, he told us to honor thy father and thy mother...”
Ron stared up at the stained glass windows of the church.
“There must be a structure, there must be order in the lives of the faithful, the children of God...”
He leaned forward, hoping to catch sight of Bobby Dean or one of the other kids from their neighborhood, but a glare from his mom sent him back to sitting up straight almost immediately.
“Love your father as you would love The Father, and love your mother as you would love The Holy Mother, for all have both brought you into the world…”
Ron kicked his feet against the bottom of the pew, fidgeting with his hymn book as the preacher droned on.
“Sit still, Ronny,” His father muttered out of the corner of his mouth. “It’s almost over.”
“For God is in all, and all is for Him, and it is with faith in him that you will never be alone.”
“Daddy?”
“Be quiet, Ron. It’s almost over, I promise.” Alan Sacks dropped his voice to a low murmur, with a quick glance at his wife. “Please God, let it be almost over…”
“Daddy?”
“Yeah Ron?”
“If God is everywhere, why do we have to go to church?”
With a small chuckle, his dad leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“Mommy thinks that God can hear you better when you’re in church.”
“So why do I have to pray before bed at home then?”
“Because…because-”
“Does God only listen sometimes? How do you know when He’s listening?”
Alan sighed, rubbing a hand over his son’s head. “Ron, God can hear you all the time, okay?”
“So why do we-“
“It’s like Santa Claus.”
Ron frowned. “God is like Santa?”
“Yeah. He knows when you’ve been bad or good, he knows what to give you for Christmas, but you still write a Christmas list, don’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“Going to church is like making a list for God.”
“Wow.”
“Wow what, little guy?”
“God must have a really bad memory if we have to come back every week.”
June Sacks glared at her husband as his shoulders started to shake with repressed laughter.
“Alan! Don’t encourage him!”
“I’m s-sorry, June, he just-he-”
The sudden chorus of ‘Amen!’s drowned out her response.