A Dark and Sunny Sunday

Easter Sunday, Oxford Church of the Nazarene.

Conversation between two bomb builders:

Front pew, my childhood church.

Familiar faces have a hard time recognizing mine.

An older couple approaches, with benevolent intent:

"We were trying to figure out who you belong to."

"Do I have to belong to anyone?" I said.

"Well, umm, no, umm, I guess."

"I'm kidding.  I'm Nicole Gray's Son."

"So you are back, visiting from college?" The older woman asked.

"Yes, yes, back from art school."

"Oh that's nice, my nephew is an artist.

He's fantastic, he can draw anything you put in front of him."

The couple go on to relay the information, 

of how no matter how hard they tried,

artisticly, neither could produce a stick figure.

"Well, I don't draw that often myself,

I'm mostly interested in sculpture,

particularly Ceramic and Steel."

The older gentleman asks:

"Oh, sculptural steel huh?

Do you do any welding?"

"Yeah, that's, like, one of my specialties, I would say."

"You know" he continued, "I was a professional welder

for years, yeah, that was my career."

"Oh cool, what kind of welding?"

"Well i was doing mostly electron-beam welding."

"Really? Sounds high-tech.  What were you working on?" I asked.

"Well I was working on the Russ Missile project."

"Huh..."

I paused to let this sink in, for I still wasn't sure.

"Wait, do you mean missile,

as in,

Missiles for the Military?"

"Yeap.  Hah, to this day, I still think of how

I landed that job."

"Yeah, building bombs is a big deal.

How did you get into that?"

"Well, I've always known it was God's will.

If it wasn't for him,

putting me in the right place

at the right time,

I would have never been blessed with my career."

PS: That's my 6 year old brother.

I ask him later if he understands

or thinks about,

the words they make him sing.