Ok,who had to go? What did you think of it?
here is my experience of the one week of torment at the hands of the brain washers.
I never really believed all the religious stuff once I reached the age of reason and started thinking for myself. I basically found going to church about as interesting as watching paint dry. Church was,for me a waste of a perfectly nice day. I hated listening to the preacher stand up there week after week and scream at us about heaven and hell...I was always puzzled why people actually would PAY him to do this and sit there and listen to the same tired old bible stories week after week,year after year...*yawn*
One year, Mother got a wild hair to send me and my brother to bible "school" . She knew we'd hate it,so she sweetened the pot by saying:"You go this time and you never have to go again if you don't like it."
Why she thought we'd like it in the first place boggled my mind. Frown
We both hated it. It was relatively interesting craft classes interspersed with massive doses of religious lectures,where we had to listen to old bitties rant on about various verses of this boring book and who begot whom and so on and so on and so forth.(Most of us did not give a hoot and wanted to be outside playing.) .How and why they found this subject so interesting was beyond me. Why they felt it was so important we believe as them, well,I'm sure they had their reasons. I did NOT look forward to any of it.
We all ways got a snack served up at the end of the wasted morning for enduring the auditory torment. The snack was the cheapest crap they could find;Kool Aid and the dreaded,sickly sweet sugar cookies. Two things I will not consume. . I also grit my teeth any time a small child feels the need to sing that sappy,stupid jesus loves me song, But that's another story for another time.
One boy,named Eddie hated it even more than us. One day,i recall two of the brain-washers were standing in the hall discussing him and what he'd done to avoid the deathly boring experience altogether.
He had gone in the boy's restroom,locked himself in a stall and stood atop a tolit seat.
they eventually found him of course and as I listened to the story about Eddie. I thought:"I wish I'd thought of that!"
needless to say,at the end of the week,we both announced we'd had enough of the noxious expeience and Mother kept her word...No more bubble skool fer us...
At the age of 13,I'd had all I could take or religion being rammed down my throat and told my mother flat out i was not going to church anymore and she could not make me.
She said nothing. My brother quit soon after as well.
I've always wondered why some people believe all the religious stuff,while others see it for the fiction that it is.
Funny about that,eh?