Sorry to my eager following (note sarcasm) for not posting for a while. As recompense, I offer a work in progress, which is based on a true story. It has been edited for content.

V.O.
I suppose it all started in a Starbucks.

Cut into a street at evening, facing a mildly busy Starbucks. Slowly zoom in on a table in the window, where a teenager with short hair and glasses sits opposite a man on the young side of middle-aged with a short-cropped beard and glasses.

V.O.
Paul wasn't exactly what I'd expected in a confirmation mentor. He's the sort of guy who still has a kind of gleeful, simple, happy childlike mentality underneath a veneer of maturity and insight. Or maybe vice versa. He also wanted me to memorize the Lord's Prayer in Tolkien Elvish, but thats another story.

By now we are right up to the glass. Pass through the glass and stop.

Teen (same voice as V.O.)
That's total crap.

Cut between the faces of the teen (Si) and the man (Paul).

Si
Jesus wasn't anywhere NEAR pure. At the wedding in Cana, he gets plastered with his buddies, then tells his mother "shut up" when she asks him to help the hosts.

Paul
Right. Christ was fully human, and had human vices.

Si
Right.

Paul
And The love of God...

Si
*sighs* Jeez I don't know how to put this... umm well I see the love of God through the simple joys in life. Y'know, like putting on clothes that are fresh out of the dryer.

Paul (chuckles, then glances at his watch)
Well, this is good progress. We'll talk more about this later, but I think you have to get going, right?

Si (also checking the time)
Yeah, choir starts soon.

They both get up, putting on their coats, and Paul picks up his shoulder bag. They walk out the door. Watch the door shut behind them. Cut to black. Cut into a basement hallway, where Si comes out of what looks like a renovated boiler room amidst a crowd of other teenagers and some adults, carrying a black folder under his arm. Paul is out in the hall, waiting for him.

Si
Hey, Paul. How's it goin'?

Paul
Good, thanks. I have a bit of an assignment for you.

He digs around in his bag, coming out with a small disposable camera. He hands it to Si, who looks down at it, then back at Paul, somewhat uncomprehendingly.

Paul
I want you to use this camera to take pictures of the love of God as you see it.

Si
Paul, You know me, right? I obsess over music, movies, writing. Not still photography.

Paul smiles knowingly, Si shrugs and stuffs the camera into a coat pocket.

Si
All right, whatever. I'm game.

Paul
Good. I have to go, I'll see you later.

Si
Ok, I'll work on this.

Paul (over his shoulder)
But don't work too hard on it!

Si (to himself)
Yeah, sure.