Here are Sam and Zachy (two months Sam's junior) in Ms. Cok's Sunday-school class yesterday morning. She is a phenomenal teacher and Sam always enjoys the class. There are usually three students, but one of the students was near someone who was sick, so his parents kept the whole family home, leaving just Sam and Zachy.The curriculum has them learning Bible stories and doing crafts. It focuses on various themes. Right now it's on belonging to God. They see how this is played out in the various Bible stories.
They also manage, even with just three of them, to rarely work without bumping and nudging and interacting with one another. We'll call that Practicing Christian Community. :-)
I also have to put a plug in for the picture Bible Sam received from his Aunt and Uncle (and cousin?) for Christmas. (Someone at church calls it the "Prince Valiant Bible" for its artistic style.) We are up to Judges and he loves it. The thing I really appreciate is the care the editor took in straightening out issues which might otherwise seem nonsensical or contradictory or cruel.
The editor will have a severe test in Judges, though, with the dismembering of the prostitute.
Back to Sunday school: If you are reading this (and you must be), what are your best and worst memories from Sunday school when growing up?
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I always associated SS with vanilla wafers when I was very young...that's a neutral memory, though. Vanilla wafers are nothing if not neutral.
I remember cramming in the car on the way to church to try to remember the books of the Bible. I also remember having the tip of a finger severed in a door. Other than that, not much stuck with me!
And now I am hungry for nilla wafers!
I remember my teachers much more than what they taught. Loved my teachers! We did snacks only at vacation Bible school though, and I mostly think, alas, of Kool-ade.
I remember sitting in the carport of our house church, raising my hand with my eyes shut tight to respond to a invitation to ask Jesus into my heart, doing as directed and feeling a strong feeling of relief. I also remember doing it all over again the following week, because I still felt myself a sinner and Mrs Susan my SS teacher explaining that I didn't need to do it again.
Ana--What would we have done without our faithful Sunday school teachers?
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