Maggie’s family is not religious in the
usual church-going way. The Marvels are a family of very nice people who help others, and mind their own business with equal gusto.
Maggie’s religious leanings is a different story altogether. Her Mom will tell you, Maggie came out of the womb praising God with two-fisted fervor.
As far back as anyone can remember Maggie prayed. As a baby she would close her little eyes, clasp her little hands and lay peacefully
like a little angel.
Maggie was barely seventeen months when she started talking. You won’t believe it, but both Mr. Marvel and Mrs. Marvel swear it’s true, the first word from Maggie’s little lips was “Elohim.”
Surely a toddler who speaks God’s name in the ancient holy language is a special child of God. Then again aren’t we all?
Maggie has always had a remarkable bond
with the Lord which influences her every thought and propels her every movement. It’s like she was born with a biblical perspective. For one thing she instinctively knows it is wrong to kill.
It was a glorious spring day, first of April. Mr. Marvel was putting the screens back in the windows after a long winter. A wasp lazily flew in to the bedroom where Maggie sat on the pink rug in front of her crib.
She felt
the impending death of the wasp even before Mr. Marvel softly swatted it with a rolled up catalogue. Maggie gasped. And she began to wail like a new widow.
Maggie carried on for quite some time. Momma Marvel came bounding in the room to see...READ
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