I used to not want to go to Sunday School anymore. The fact that I had to wake up early on a Sunday just to go to a church to learn about God seemed boring. You basically learn the same thing every year, so I never saw the point in it.
Then, today, at the first real class with a new teacher, I had one of the funnest two hours of Sunday school I'd ever had. The new teacher just got married after her husband died five years before. She was a single mom for five years. Her son is six years old.
She told us how she wanted to help us. How she knew that we most likely had people die in our life and that she wanted to help us live happily even when they're gone out of our life. She cared. She asked us what we wanted to talk about, too. That we wouldn't have to read from the book and that we could just tell her what we wanted to talk about when we went to class and that we would do just that. Going to Sunday School today really lightened my spirits because we talked about a lot. One of the best days of my life.
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