Church Folk

For the past week, I have been teaching preschoolers in the Vacation Bible School. I wasn't asked by the director (lets call her Kate) of VBS but by the pastor because Kate didn't have teachers. On Monday, I was told that I had to get a song together for the program on Sunday. I found a song for the students to sing and created a dance to go with the student. However, I had to miss a day for personal reasons. Becasue I knew that I was leaving, I left the song with instructions so Kate could review the song with the children. When I returned I found that Kate changed my studnets song and wouldn't let them dance. Then Kate tells me to "practice" with my class, and then she left.
How was I going to practice when I didn't know what they were doing. I am so upset right now. I didn't not have to bail her out of a sticky situation of having no teachers, but I did! I feel used and abused. To make matters worse, a five year old tells me that she wants to do my song because its fun. What am I supposed to say to her. This kind of behavior makes me want to no go to church anymore.

The Best Poem In the World

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of all,
nor the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp--
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, "What's the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How'd all these sinners get up here?
God must've made a mistake.

"And why's everyone so quiet, so somber?
Give me a clue."
"Hush, child," said He, "they're all in shock.
No one thought they'd be seeing you.

DRAMA

Why is that drama follows you wherever you go? This is a question that I never seem to get answered. Does anyone know the answer.