Alas, if only Sunday School was ever remotely this fun, let alone educational and uplifting. The grim reality was finding yourself squirreled away in a room with a couple of aggressively unattractive, never-married women who had nothing better to do than to volunteer watching the kids so the normal, well-adjusted grownups could be good and bored to death somewhere else.
The maddening boredom was a feature, not a bug of the overall church-going experience. Along with your collection plate money, it was part of the penance you paid for whatever moments you may have enjoyed in the previous week. Maybe for even actual sins. The ennui certainly felt powerful enough to redeem any one or more of the Seven Deadlies.
Look, I’m not knocking church. All I’m saying is there are reasons people quit going, and treating Sunday School for the young ones as an afterthought is one.
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