In her cowboy hat and boots, our granddaughter Indie really stood out at vacation Bible school.
Our daughter, Kim, owns a food truck. She enjoys her customers and often visits with them while they wait for orders. Kim has met some really nice people. One of her customers is a minister from a local church. While waiting for his food one day, he invited Kim’s daughter, Indie, to vacation Bible school and gave Kim the VBS brochure. Kim told him she’d send Indie.
Bible school week arrived. The theme was Western: “Ridin’ Strong With Jesus.” All week long I got Indie ready in cowgirl attire. One day, as instructed by the brochure, she took her favorite stuffed animal to be branded. Oddly, Indie came back home with the stuffed puppy, saying the folks running the camp did not think it should be branded.
Hmm? This was confusing. Every day Buddy, her grandfather, drove Indie to the church, walked her in, said “hello, good-bye”; then picked her up after VBS. We are in a small town where most people know each other, and Buddy recognized several of the adults. Some were former students from his days teaching high school, so there was no reason for Kim to be concerned about anything.
Indie loved vacation Bible school. She wanted to return every night, and never said a word about the other children’s lack of Western enthusiasm. Both Buddy and Indie were oblivious to the fact that she was decked out like a cowgirl every day while the other children were dressed normally.
One night, the minster who had invited Indie to VBS stopped by the food truck. He mentioned to Kim how disappointed he was that Indie had not attended his church’s Bible school.
Puzzled, Kim described the cowgirl gear Indie had been wearing each day. “No, no, definitely not,” he said. He had not seen her.
Kim’s face turned snow white from shock. Then it turned several shades of red as she realized that Indie had been attending the wrong church all week!
Luckily, the other church welcomed the cowgirl into their hearts. No one asked, “Sweetie, who are you?” or more importantly, “Sweetie, why do you look like Annie Oakley every day?”