Monthly Archives: December 2012

The Angel with Pink Jeans

This is one of our favorite family Christmas stories, and I thought I would share it (again, although it was on a different blog) with everyone.

When my father was doing his student preaching (it’s like student teaching, except from a pulpit!) while attending SMU, he had two small Methodist churches, one in Bristol, and one in Palmer, Texas. Now, Palmer is a small farming community, plenty of animals around. My father decided to have a Live Nativity on the big front lawn of the church.

The night of the Nativity, it was a cold, clear night. Mary and Joseph were sitting in the stable with baby Jesus, while the shepherds were tending their flocks in the fields. Suddenly, the angels appeared, all shapes and sizes. Some of them stood on a tiny little hill while others stood in front and on the sides of it. Their arms spread wide, the narrator told the shepherds to go and see the Savior that had been born in a tiny manger. The angels start to slow back away into the darkness.

Suddenly, an small, blond-haired angel tripped as she was walking backwards. It seems she had forgotten about the little hill. She fell on her back, and all you could see were two legs wearing pink jeans flailing in the air as she went down. She managed to get back up and disappeared into the darkness.

Who knew angels had pink jeans in Heaven?

By the way, that angel was my younger sister.

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Death Goes to the Dogs (Chapter 1)

Friday night, 11:30 p.m.

The man sat in the car, nervously drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Glancing at his watch, he peered into the darkness, wondering what was taking Al so long. They had cased the place for two weeks; they knew who stayed late, who left early, and who stayed all night. All he had to do was slip in, do the job, and slip back out. Five minutes tops.

He wished he hadn’t quit smoking. The waiting was making him antsy. A cigarette would calm his nerves right now. This was an important job, and if they screwed it up, their boss would kill them.

Literally.

Al finally showed up, walking quickly toward the car. He got in and closed the door.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Al said.

“Everything taken care of in there?”

“Absolutely…I think.”

“What do you mean, you think?”

“I couldn’t find my tool, so I used whatever was handy.”

The man groaned. “How could you forget it? I asked you before we left the hotel if you had everything you needed, and you said yes.”

“I thought I did!”

The man slammed his palm of his hand against the steering wheel and cursed. “Did you do it or not?”

“I’m pretty sure I did.”

“You didn’t make sure before you left? God, you’re an idiot!” the man said, pulling a pair of gloves out of his pocket. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

Al watched as the man disappeared into the darkness. They had parked two blocks away from their intended target so they wouldn’t have to speed off and draw unwanted attention.

He hadn’t wanted to come on this job in the first place, but his boss had insisted. “You need to get your feet wet,” the boss had told him. “No free rides just because you’re my sister’s kid. And no screw ups this time!” Al couldn’t blame him for being upset about the accident that happened on his first assignment. On the other hand, it really wasn’t his fault. That bike messenger had come out of nowhere, knocking his boss’ wife into traffic, where she got clipped by a taxi. She only had to wear that cast for two months.

Al didn’t want to get into the family business, but every other job he had tried…well, let’s just say they all ended the same way. He always got fired.

The driver’s side door opened and the man got in. He glared at Al as he ripped off his gloves. “You’re a moron, you know that? A complete moron.”

“What’s wrong? I finished the job, didn’t I?”

“Oh yeah, you finished what you started.”

Al breathed a sigh of relief.

“There’s just one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“You killed the wrong person!” the man yelled as he smacked Al upside the head with his gloves.

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