Sick of Sunday School

My worst fights with my mom were on Sunday mornings – right before church.  My mom would wake me up in hopes that I would go with her to the Greek church but I was a teenager, and by that point, I got really tired of going and not understanding anything. 

I mean, it was strange, because up until my teen years, I was always a good kid.  I loved going to Sunday school every week and I loved school.  When I was young, I begged my mom to let me go to Greek school in the after-school program.  But, during my teenage years, I just couldn’t stand going to church.  What was the point?  They spoke ‘ancient’ Greek in the sermon so I didn’t really understand it and it just seemed all too ritualistic that it didn’t relate to my life whatsoever.  And besides, everyone knows that the women go there just to gossip. It doesn’t matter which city or country you live in.  It’s the same everywhere.

What’s so sad though, is that this isn’t just what happened to me.  There are thousands, if not millions of people that go through the same thing I did.

Next post, I plan to talk about what happened when I got into my twenties.  You’ll be surprised so stay tuned…