Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow ...
The door closed behind them, shutting the song in.
'I haven't seen you in church for ages. Things going ok?'
It was Sam's best friend, Judy. They had been best friends since they had first met up at big school, and now they were near inseparable. Except, it seemed, on the matter of church.
Kicking at the last of the autumn leaves on the walkway, Sam wasn't sure how to respond. She'd never lied to Judy, ever, and now wasn't the time to start. But this wasn't going to be fun either.
'I just haven't felt like it,' she shrugged. 'It's like ... nothing seems to work for me anymore. I know what I should be doing, but I just don't do it. I've tried, like reading the Bible every day, listening to music that I like, stuff like that, but I can't find God anywhere ....' She trailed off miserably.
'Hey hey, Sam, don't worry! We all have our ups and downs ... life's like that. I'll pray for you, ok?'
'Yeah, thanks,' Sam responded, not very enthusiastically.
'C'm'ere, lemme give you a hug. I'll bet you a good hug's part of what you need,' Judy said, putting her arms out in invitation.
And indeed it was. Sam felt herself relaxing for the first time in ages. It was as though she had been totally dehydrated by the lack of human contact - which was hardly true, as she had had plenty of hugs from her Mom the last few weeks.
'I've got to get off to practice for the Carols by Candlelight,' Judy said, suddenly realising the time. 'I wish you were coming too ... Oh well.'
'Enjoy it,' Sam responded with a sudden grin, too good-natured to ruin her friend's happiness. 'I'll catch you later. Think it'll snow tonight?'
Song extract from "In the Bleak Midwinter"