I attended church for years in multiple places. I asked many questions which were never answered. Indeed, it seemed that no one that I knew had ever asked themselves the questions that plagued me. One day I was in Sunday School in a Methodist church which I had been attending for several months. The teacher was [...] [...more]
Early in my Junior year of high school, my mom decided to move back “home” to West Virginia. Well, it was still home for her, at least, but after a decade in Florida it was no longer home for me; I felt terribly out of place. I was a strange and lonely kid who read [...] [...more]
As a child, I always had a deep reverence for the Presbyterian Church I attended in the Philadelphia suburbs. It wasn’t so much the religious teachings that inspired me as it was the ambiance – creaky wooden floors, hard brown pews, arched doorways and windows, a pleasant musty smell, rich stained-glass, colorful tapestries, graceful floral [...] [...more]
A few years ago a close friend (whom I’ll call Tom) convinced me, against my better judgment, to visit the Sunday school class that he and his wife were attending. It was in a fundamentalist Baptist church. He was so pleased with his experience there that my wife and I finally gave in. We attended [...] [...more]
