As a midwestern kid I grew up going to church not only every Sunday, but also every Wednesday, until the fifth grade or so, for a youth group club called AWANA. All of the group members received a new Bible and a workbook. As each member progressed through the book, they were able to advance to more difficult classes.
I never got far.
I could never remember all the of the books of the Bible and always got funny looks when I asked my teacher to help me pray for my grandmothers elderly dog, Muffin.
I had almost forgotten about this (maybe not forgot..more like tried to forget) until I attended the funeral service of my fiance’s grandfather J.
Rae had warned me when we first started dating that her side of the family probably wouldn’t take well to me because they were, “republican and super religious.”
I was terrified to meet them.