My son John was never an exemplary Sunday School student. Like me, he’d use any excuse to avoid it. He plunked down in the car, giving his Sunday School Book a dramatic sling one Sunday when he was seven or eight years old.
“I’m not going back to Sunday School any more!” he spouted emphatically. “Miss Mary Beth molested me in front of the whole class!”
I knew he had to be slaughtering the language. “I’m sure Miss Mary Beth didn’t molest you in front of the class. Exactly what did she do?”
“She made me read a Bible verse that had a lot of hard words.” he sputtered, disgusted.
“Well, I know that was aggravating but that’s not molesting.” Then I explained.
At least he learned something one Sunday.
Nutsrok 
I struggle with that now – at Bible study. If I don’t volunteer, quit calling on me to read passages with names I can’t pronounce. :)
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That would discourage folks.
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I loved children’s Sunday school classes but like John them big words, especially the peoples names was a bummer, ‘please don’t call on me, Mrs. Post ‘
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I know. Those Bible names are hard.
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I needed to laugh today. Thank you.
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Thank you for telling me.
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