I'm the Sunday School Superintendent. That doesn't really mean I'm the Sunday School Principal - - - it's more like I'm the Sunday School record keeper. Hey, I enjoy tallying up numbers, counting money, and getting all those bills organized in a neat little "all heads going in the same direction" stack - - - so I'm HAPPY.
Part of my job every Sunday morning is collecting attendance sheets and offering envelopes from each class. Most of the time that means walking by in the hallway and picking up the paper work without seeing anyone.
Oh - - - but not so with THIS class!!!! These are the Senior High Boys. They keep my life interesting.
Their teacher gives them guidelines - - - - like they can't draw blood or destroy records - - - but beyond that, only their imaginations are the limit to what they do to my lovely little records each week.
Sometimes they hide their paperwork so I'll have to go on a "treasure hunt" to get it. Once they drew a stick figure diagram on their envelope of me hitting a deer. (Yes, I really did hit a deer - - - but still - - - - )
They've been known to wad the paper up, tear it up (OK - - - so that was a FAKE one, but it seemed real to me at the time) and even turn in a half eaten doughnut and a crushed cup with their offering.
One young man threw every pencil the class had at me one at a time week after week this summer. I'll just let you guess which young man THAT may have been.
This past Sunday they topped it all. Quite literally I might add.
When I got to their room - - - no paper work in the hall. Not unusual so I wasn't surprised. Their door was cracked open, so I motioned to one of them. He pointed behind the door.
As I pushed the door open farther to come in, just LOOK what fell right past my face to my feet!!!!
They had HOPED it would fall over my head and land on my shoulders!!!! That didn't quite happen, but they said the look on my face was priceless.
Oh they were proud.
Like I said - - - they THINK they're funny.