Sensational was a pretty proud guy. I guess that’s hardly surprising. If you had a stream of people, day in day out, using your name to describe experiences that would throw your body into ebullience (his word not mine), then you’d be proud too. Anything from a ride down the Amazon in the minutest of river boats with piranhas sharpening their teeth in readiness for a good meal, to hang-gliding over an icing-sugar capped peak and Sensational name was called upon.
But recently, Sensational was beginning to feel like God. The problem: people were using his name so often that they were beginning to take it in vain. He’d first noticed this the day after his nephew’s first birthday. He’d gone straight to his sister’s house after work to wish him a belated Happy Birthday. A bedraggled Mundy was just getting up and described with several sensationals the pub crawl his friends had taken him on the evening before.
He’d come up against similar experiences on occasion over the next few years, but more recently it was becoming more and more frequent and this was worrying Sensational. His pride could not withstand the blow of having his name cheapened like this.
From having read his Bible he knew that calls and appeals to change would not help at all. God had tried that and each time come up against nothing but hard hearts. What they needed was education; examples of what was truly sensational, examples that would inspire. A collection of stories and various other writings to help make his point. Just the thing for Sunday Scribblings writers.