The Junkyard Prayer
“Today is no day to be cooped up,” I said to my friend Mel. The grin he gave me said he’d been thinking the same thing.
It was Sunday—a gorgeous Sunday in April. When I left the house that morning, I told Dad I was going to church for Sunday school—and I honestly planned on doing just that. Until I ran into Mel.
He was headed to the town’s junk-yard to look for salvageable cars.
“Come on,” he said. “There’s hidden treasure in that old junkyard, and we’ll be able to see it sparkle in this sunlight.”
I had never deliberately missed a Sunday in church, but I couldn’t recall a more beautiful spring day. A
