When I was 13, I went to a Baptist Sunday School.
If I try to remember why I was going to this every week, on a Sunday, when I would rather be sleeping, or playing, the only thing I can come up with is that my slightly older step-brother, Chris, was going and I liked hanging out with him.
Don't get me wrong, I was completely into it all. I acted in Holiday plays, recruited more followers, and tried to lead a God-worthy life. I was a Boy Scout at the time and it also… Continue