Sunday school was taught by volunteers with no training in education, but who were well-meaning, and very committed to their faith. As a young child, I really enjoyed these classes. The bible stories were interesting, and the arts and crafts we did were a lot of fun.
|Sunday school was held in classrooms in this elementary school.|
Everything I learned in Sunday school was reinforced at home, and in my early years I happily walked the path my parents placed me on. But when I became a teenager, I started questioning everything I’d been taught, and concluded that I was going to decide what my views about God and religion were going to be. As such, I set off on a journey of spiritual exploration that lasted for many years, and it wasn't until my early thirties that I formulated my own belief system, based on everything I’d researched during that period, that continues to evolve as I get older.
|The front entrance of the building. We went in from the schoolyard in the back, but I didn't get a photo of it.|
But despite how far away my personal spiritual journey has taken me from the religious teachings of my childhood, I have fond memories of Sunday school that I cherish.
Did you attend Sunday school, or something similar to that?