"A grownup is a child with layers on." - Woody Harrelson
Peeling back the layers.
My earliest memories of church are from First Baptist in Silsbee. I recall going to Sunday School there, something called Sunbeams there and to VBS there. To me, there was nothing like the Sunday morning feeling. Shiny and clean. Best clothes on. Patent leather shoes, my own little white KJV Bible, pennies to give to the missionaries in my tiny purse.
I felt happy, clean and like I was a "good" girl.
Collective memories from all of these: marching in with the flags going before us, singing "Onward Christian Soldiers", memorizing Bible verses, singing songs, playing musical chairs in the rooms, playing red rover out on the back lawn, cookies and punch.
One year, my Aunt Billie was my teacher. She had the BEST crafts! For one, we took a coke bottle, a light bulb, black spray paint, pipe cleaners and felt and made a cat!! I thought this was so cool! Most precious to me, we did our own stained glass Jesus! We traced a picture of Jesus onto a pane of glass, painted him with tempera paints, crumbled up foil and put it over the back, then masking tape around for a frame. I was so proud of mine that I still have it, buried down and tucked away safe in Mama's old cedar chest.
Was church a part of your childhood? What's your warmest childhood church memory? If it wasn't a part of your childhood, do you feel you missed something?