John Doe, a first semester college student, moving your worldly possessions into your new room

"Did you pack up your whole room? How the heck did you get all this in your car in one load?" Uncle James grunted as he put down his last box. As he stands up, he moans melodramatically. "Oh, my poor, aged back. How could my nephew treat his beloved Uncle as a ****?"

"Haha, very funny. You were the one who said it was no trouble at all to help."

"That was several dozen boxes ago."

"It was six boxes, and I carried half of them."

"Well, I got the heaviest ones."

You roll your eyes, smirking at your Uncle's theatrics, but soon

"Thanks Uncle James. Not just for helping with me unload my car, but with you and Aunt Beatrice letting me stare here."

"No prob, kiddo. We're glad to be of service on your journey through your burgeoning adulthood and college career, and keeping you safe from horribly overpriced dorm rooms filled with weirdos and oddballs."

You're on the verge of laughing. Uncle James was always fun to be around, trying to make sure everyone around him was happy. "I'm surrounded by oddballs already."

"Well, you seem to be getting along swimingly." There at the door is your Aunt Beatrice, in all her 5'0' glory and being the good nephew that you are, give her a hug. "Good to see you, John."

"Thanks again for letting me stay with you while I'm going to college."

"You're welcome. And don't worry. It's nice to have you here."

"Now, we already went over the ground rules when..." you nod and quickly droll out before she finishes, "No ****, no cigarettes, no ****, no overnight girlfriends, do your own laundry, rent is due on the first Saturday of each month, and call my mom at least once per week."

"Smart kid, you remembered it all." Beatrice sighs. "Now, I'd like to ask one more thing. I know that we didn't talk about this when we said you could live with us, and you don't have to, but I would like it if you could come to church with us, at least once in a while."

You can't say you're really surprised. Aunt Beatrice, and by relation her husband were the True Believers of the family; always going to church, capable of quoting Bible verses from memory, and being Good Friends with her Pastor's family.

Now, don't get you wrong, she's not completely overbearing, in fact, she's pretty cool. She has a great sense of humor, is nice to everyone (after all, she is letting you live here for the next eight months), and is a great cook to boot. Uncle James is pretty chill too, always willing to talk about anything on your mind. It's just that Church and you didn't exactly mesh. Now, you wouldn't say you were a non-believer, but you wouldn't say you were; it's just that it seemed like Religion, God, Heaven, Hell and all that was too complicated and confusing right now. You'd find out what was on the other side soon enough, and didn't really like to think about it more than necessary.

Uncle James quickly chimed in. "You don't have classes till Monday afternoon, and it would be a good way to meet people in the neighborhood," he then lines up for the kill shot, "And we're having a church potluck this Sunday, too."

A potluck? Free food? The potential of...

"And Beatrice is bringing her cheesy potato and ham casserole."

...Okay, there just might be a God.

"Well, I suppose I could go for some spiritual nourishment. It has been a while since I've gone to Church, and all."

Beatrice rolls her eyes, and Uncle James smirks. "Yeah. Spiritual nourishment. Right."

"Now, we're going to leave and let you get settled in. Call us if you need anything. Dinner is at six."

Now alone in your new, yet to be fully furnished room, what will you do?