A couple months ago Stella started a Sunday School fast. As in, she wouldn’t go. She would beg for us to take her into the service with us where she would precede to make a nuisance of herself. Honestly, it was a big ole pain in my booty. This past Sunday, I finally gave up and carried her out of the service. Here is the conversation that followed:
Me: Stella, I know you don’t have fun in the service with us. Your teachers and friends are so nice in Sunday School. Why don’t you want to go see them anymore?
Stella: I don’t want to tell you because it will make me sad…Last time I went they asked me if you taught me about Jesus and I had to say no and it make me feel uncomfortable so I don’t want to go back because they might ask me again and I’ll have to say no again.
“I totally said it!”
Oh, don’t even feel sorry for her. This isn’t her first bull ride at the ‘my mommy and daddy don’t tell me about Jesus’ rodeo. Girlfriend told her school teacher the same thing a month ago. Minions!
After much cajoling, she finally agreed to go to Sunday School if, and only if, I would start telling her more about Jesus.
So, if you’re looking for someone to give the Worst at Telling Their Kid About Jesus award look no further.