Lighten up: Bull’s-eye!
Mary Lynn Holly is ready for Sunday school at Antioch (Tenn.) United Methodist Church.
Back in the 1950s, my Sunday school room at Antioch (Tenn.) Methodist Church was on the second floor. As soon as we were released from our morning gathering in the chapel, we children raced upstairs to an open window where we practiced our spitting skills. Points were awarded to those who perfected their technique and hit the sidewalk below. It's been a while since I've engaged in a Sunday morning spitting contest, but, with a little practice, I'm sure I could come close to a target.
Mary Lynn Holly, First United Methodist Church, Lebanon, Tenn.
For juice, try Sunday school
It was time for Holy Communion. Our son Josh, then 3, saw all the people in front of us going to the front of the chancel. He saw we were just sitting there. That lack of action was extremely disappointing.
"Wait here. I'll go get us some," he told us as he started toward the front. I grabbed him and whispered, "It will be our turn soon." He settled back to entertain his 5-year-old sister.
Finally, it was "our turn." Josh proudly led the way down the aisle. Only when we arrived at the front did I remember Josh had never participated in a Communion service. The pastor held the plateful of wafers before our hungry son. It was too late for explanations. Josh grabbed a handful.
"Only take one piece," I whispered. A disappointed boy let loose of all but one piece and left some cracked wafers behind. He turned to see what was on the next course. With a single loud slurp, he consumed the grape juice.
Josh was again disappointed when we returned to our seats. "They give more juice in Sunday school," he complained in a much-too-loud whisper.
The Rev. Rich Peck, First United Methodist Church, Franklin, Tenn.
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