CH-CH-CH-CHANGES

On changing pastors

There once was a boy named Chris who got a new daddy.  For a long time, Chris had felt that something was wrong between his Mom and his first Dad, but they never told him what it was.  First Dad was strong and always knew just what was Right and what was Wrong!  He would never be fooled by the commies and hippies. 

Then one day, Daddy was gone.  For a while, Mommy was sad, then she started dating men who were nice enough to Chris.  Some were fun; some were boring and one was mean.  At last, Mom got married to Trevor. 

“Call me Trevor,” said second dad, “I know we’ll be great friends.” 

After Trevor moved in, they stopped going to Aunt Jenny’s house for Christmas.  Weird Cousin Hugh was never spoken of again, but Chris didn’t mind that so much.  He did miss going to the lake with Grandpa Bo. 

Trevor was a fun dad.  He tore down the fence in the back yard, and let Chris ride his bike in the street.  He got rid of all of first Daddy’s baseball card notebooks.  He played his favorite songs from an IPod.  He let Chris stay up late and use the computer in the den.  Trevor made tacos for breakfast, and once he even let Chris go to school in pajamas! 

“I will never keep any secrets from you, boyo,” said Trevor.  Chris felt a little bit weird, but he couldn’t figure out exactly why.  He knew that first Daddy had been tough, but sometimes he dreamed of going back.  Why couldn’t he still be in Little League instead of 4-H? 

“If Mom is so happy, why do I feel this way?”  thought Chris.