I taught Sunday school yesterday. I was nervous because Sunday school was so awful for me growing up and this meant re-entering those memories. As a kid I cried a lot at Sunday school. I cried on the way to church and faked sick every Saturday night throughout childhood, but was always made to go. Teaching Sunday school yesterday felt really good because the focus was on connecting with the kids and not policing them, and also not teaching them some kind of factual historical truth, but inviting them into a story. I told the story of Moses and the burning bush (so many that's-what-she-said moments). My daughter asked me "Did this really happen?" and I said "I don't know, but I think it's an important story. What could it mean? Why could it have meant so much to so many people for so long? You can decide what it means for you. It may mean different things to you over your life. It has for me."
I remembered too the ways that I tried to get out of Sunday school when I was little. I would hide outside or ask the teacher if I could go to the bathroom and then just never went back. I also remember hiding in the church balcony which was my favorite but I was busted pretty quick. Who else Shawshanked out of Sunday school or faked sick every Saturday night or cried en route to church?