Darryl's Disappearing Trick
After Malc gave his heart to Jesus, we decided we should find a church to worship at. We were not sure which one we should be going to and tried several local churches first.
Our friends who lived in Pitsea phoned and asked us if we would like to go along to their church – The Church at Gun Hill, one Sunday evening. We said yes, we would like to. So we planned to go the next Sunday and were getting excited about going along.
In those days Malc was a draughtsman, and on the Sunday we planned to go to the church, during the afternoon, we were all upstairs, the three children and I, whilst Malc was busy working on his drawing board. We had set Malc’s drawing board up in our bedroom and he used to sit on the edge of the bed when he was working. As usual, the children were looking over his shoulder to see what he was doing and I sat on the bed talking to him. We obviously thought we were all there as we had all gone up into the room together.
But then we noticed Darryl, who was 4 years old at the time, was not there. The last time we saw him he was on the bed with the rest of the family.
I went off to find him but he was nowhere to be found. Then we all started to look. Calling out his name – but no answer.
We looked upstairs – we looked downstairs. We looked in the garden – we looked around the front of the house. He was there on the bed just a moment ago - so he couldn’t have gone far! We looked all over the house. And then looked all over the house again.
And then we looked everywhere! We searched under the stairs, behind the sofa, under the beds, behind the doors, in the garden shed, in the fridge (yes, we looked in the fridge), in the washing machine and in the oven (we were desperate by now.) We looked in every cupboard and in every corner. Nothing!
Malc went next door to our neighbour and asked if they had seen Darryl. They hadn’t. So their son, Paul got his bike, rounded up his friends on their bikes and they went cycling around the streets near our house searching for Darryl.
We called the police and they came out to help. Not much point in Malc and I joining the search they said, so we stayed at home. We couldn’t sit around doing nothing, and it seemed pointless, but we started to look again in all the places we had already looked. Where could he be?
It was now early evening and would be too late to go to the church meeting as planned. We lived in Southminster at the time and it was about a 45-minute journey to Pitsea.
After some while the police returned, but without Darryl. Paul and his friends had also returned. We had searched all over the village and were puzzled as to how a 4-year-old could disappear so suddenly.
We went back up stairs and as we entered our bedroom I noticed a bundle on the bed – and there curled up and fast asleep on our bed, was Darryl.
We woke him and told him what had happened, but he just smiled and he said he had been on the bed the whole time!
He must have been somewhere else, hiding, you might think. But to this day he still confirms he was on the bed and never left the room.
But we couldn’t see him lying there.
We believe that the devil blinded our eyes that day. He did so and stopped us from going to the church meeting.
Well, he may have won the battle that day – and stopped us going to the church. But the Lord had the final victory - Malc and I did get to that church and we were baptised there the following year.
We have been attending church regularly ever since then. God will always have the Victory!