Creation and One Reluctant Sunday School Teacher: Susan’s Genesis Crisis

Narrator: Oishi
(Seriously, I’m tired. I’m a dog. But here we are.)

It was Saturday night. Susan and I were chillin’ — karaoke, snacks, general chaos. Then came the knock. Brenda stood there… holding a Bible.

Susan blinked. “You must be lost. This is our house, not a church.”

Brenda walked in anyway.

She said she had to leave town urgently and needed someone to substitute as Sunday School teacher. She wanted Susan to cover for her.

I almost choked. Poor children. Susan doesn’t even read the Bible. One time, she thought Leviticus was Pete’s replacement.

Susan nearly dropped her siopao and began melodramatically stomping around, reciting a full roll call of coworkers who’d be better choices.

Brenda, unfazed, said, “You’re literally the last person I asked.”

Susan (rude) mentally noted that, but kept listening. Everyone else was out of town. And Brenda knew Susan was just going to drag me to the park and inhale siopao and milk tea.

With full drama, Susan stared at the ceiling.
“I’ll do it… for the Lord.
I’ll do it… for you.
I’ll do it… for Oishi.
I’ll do it for the economy.”

Brenda hugged her and handed over the topic: The Story of Creation.

Susan scooped me up, stared deeply into my soul (her face looked unusually close), and whispered:

“Badoodle. Prepare yourself.
We are entering uncharted territory.
We are built for this.
Yeah. We are built for this.”

She took a swig of hot matcha, held a siopao in her other hand, sat down, and Googled:

“Tell me how the world is created, if possible step-by-step because I need to teach little humans.”

Somehow, she found it.

Genesis 1: In the beginning God created the sky and the earth…

She read all the way to Genesis 30.

Then she looked at me — half in awe, half in shock.
“Oishi… God made everything out of nothing. He made dirt… beautiful. He made life. He made you. He made me.”
(She said that while hugging me like I was a stuffed animal she forgot to give back.)

She kept reading:

“Look, I have given you all the plants that have grain for seeds…”

And she paused.

“He didn’t just create, Oishi… He provided.”

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Sunday morning:
Susan woke up early.
Ironed a white dress. I didn’t even know she owned one.
She had her hair down. That was new.

She scooped me up, tied on my red bandana, and said,
“Oishi, we are going to church. Behave.”

(I wanted to say you should be the one hearing that — but I let it slide.)

The church was warm and bright. People were smiling. The piano music made everything feel… soft. Sacred.

Then I looked over and saw Susan… yawning.
Classic.

After the mass, we headed to the kids’ classroom.

And Susan began to teach.

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✍️ Writer’s Note
Sometimes we get so caught up in work, media, and scrolling that we forget to look around.
To notice the sky. The trees. The siopao we didn’t deserve.
God didn’t just make us — He provides for us.

Let’s not forget how wildly good our Creator is.

From the hearts of Susan & Oishi —
🐾 Still rising. Still barking.