Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
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Titsville was a small town established in the late 1950s, it was relatively a new town than the surrounding ones, so it had a small population. But the small population was a closed group of deeply religious people, ever since the church was made, Sunday school Bible study was a norm. And children aged 15-18 attended the class in batches of 2 hours, each age formed a class, from 8 am onwards, till 4 pm.
The many classes were taken by various clergymen and women, but since Nun Areola had died, they had to fill her space up with a new teacher for the batch of 2-4 pm of 18 year old students. As luck would have it, the church association was sending in a new Pastor, maybe the new holy man would be interested in instilling young minds with wisdom on the word?
Pastor Mckuck is a very holy man, born in a family of God fearing people, he went on to become the servant of god because he wanted to make his parents proud, he was put under the care of the church at a very young age, he is now a 30 year old man, a celibate by vow(and probably ignorance), Mckuck devoted his life to Jesus rather than starting a family of his own, Now, he is on a bus to Titsville, as his first journey for the lord.
Sister Clitora is a very sensitive and nervous woman, she is the authority around the church but she always is jumpy about changes, a new pastor coming to the church was a significant change, and she didn't want to leave any stone unturned at making sure nothing brings shame to the church in front of the new pastor.
"Make sure you clean the confessional booths, Pastors are always personal about confessional booths." she dictates to a young girl who volunteered to help around the church.
As soon as she was finished, She heard a knock on the door, she exclaimed it might be the new pastor, and rushed to open the door.
"God be with you sister, is this the church in This town that is expecting a new pastor?" asked Mckuck.
"Why yes, this is the only church this town has, are you Pastor Mckuck?" questioned Sister Clitora.
"Ah yes, my name is Mckuck Danglenut, I was supposed to meet sister Clitora Wetbeave for further information." explained the Pastor.
"That would be me father. Come this way, I shall show you your quarters and you may rest for the day, we can start with management later tomorrow." said sister Clitora leading the way.
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Next day was Saturday, Sister Clitora showed Pastor Mckuck around, the church wasn't massive, but sister took extra time explaining everything, so the new pastor wouldn't face any troubles.
"Thank you sister, will that be all my duties and responsibilities for the church?" Questioned Mckuck.
"Well, there is a need for a Sunday school teacher, for young minds, nothing much, just 2 hours for a cla...-" pastor interjected her by saying.
"I would absolutely love to do that, there is nothing more rewarding than enriching young minds with the word of God." beemed pastor.
Sister Clitora was quite pleased with herself, everything was falling into place, and why wouldn't it, after all god is looking after his home and children.
"Very well Father, I shall convey it to others and explain you all about the class schedules and syllabus." said Sister Clitora.
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Sunday came without further ado, Pastor Mckuck was slightly nervous but more excited for the new aspect of his job, he had never held a Sunday school before, so he thought to go through the Bible and find something that would make an interesting topic of discussion.
The 2-4pm class mainly comprised of 18 year old girls, their parents wanted them to be good Christian wives, so here they are. Among them is Michelle, she recently shifted from the city to this town because her dad got a property project here, she didn't want to be here, but to earn a place of trust and assimilate in the new town her father wanted her to attend the Sunday school, obviously, she got a raise in her allowances for that, but as much as it was a profitable affair, she was doubting her decision as to if this boredom will be worth the money. As she was thinking this, Father Mckuck entered the class with Sister Clitora.
"Children! This will be your new teacher from now on, Father Mckuck, he is here to impart wisdom of the word here, listen to him carefully and learn with your heart." with that the sister gave a small nod to the father and left the room.
As soon as the Nun left, father turned towards the class and said.
"Well, hello my children, you already know my name, you can call me just Father or Father Mckuck, whatever you like, the name does not matter, what does matter is what we take from the class and what we can give to it, usually in a Sunday school you learn about the word of good, but everyone does that, I would like to know what you want to know, what your doubts, fears, questions are about life, you all are at this tender age of being an adult and yet not being an adult, I remember when I was 18, I had all sorts of questions, I was lucky enough to have my questions answered by my church and its people, I would like to do the same for you."
There was silence for a moment, everyone was looking at everyone else, no one seem to know where this was going, what were they supposed to do now. Meanwhile, one of the student, a blonde haired petite woman raised her hand, she was one of those people who are always cute at what they do, never sexy, beautiful, ugly, etc. The natural cuteness emanated from her. Father Mckuck motion her way to speak.
"Father I have a question that I have been dwelling over the past few days, I don't know how to ask it, least I commit blasphemy." said the girl.
Michelle mentally rolled her eyes, "and here the lunacy show begins." she thought.
Father spoke with a small smile, "Nothing is blasphemous, if spoken with the true intent of heart to learn and to grow as a child of god, he would not want you to suffer in silence over a doubt, ask away my child."
