I sat in sunday school. Almost as though listening from somewhere else. It's said that there are no definite right and wrong answer when discussing God in sunday school. So Why do I have to think so hard? A question is asked and in my mind there's an answer. The teacher looks pleased with it. Another question and answer yet this time I hold my tongue. Some one else answers and again there is a pleased look. The next question and I forget to hold my tongue. A look passes over our teacher's face and a big debate type discussion is started. Oh why did I have to open my mouth? But a pleased feeling comes over me at the thought of desention. I fight the feeling and soon order is restored to the class. It's not the first time I've said some thing like that.

At the end of class it's time for prayer requests. We go around the room and the time for me to share my prayer request comes. I say nothing but the teacher won't have it. "I'll pray for your questions. okay? Everyone goes through this stage of questioning at some point in life." she says it as though she suspects me of being tempted by paganism.

I didn't listen much in church after that. My mind was on the book that I had stashed in my bible case. And even more so on the questions that came to my mind in sunday school. Perhaps I can talk to Mum about it on monday.