We were in church every time the door was open and sometimes when it was not.
Twice on Sunday for a minimum of 3 hours each. Tuesday for an hour. Wednesday for 2 hours. Thursday for 2 hours. Every week.
Then, there were the endless potluck dinners and "special" events.
The only thing that saved my sanity was that the church had a library. I read all of the Hardy Boys, all of the Nancy Drew series. All of everything I could get my hands on to avoid listening to the drivel emanating from the crowd and the pulpit.
They did make a mistake in that library, which was to put works by Isaac Asimov in there; I think because he was a biblical scholar. However, he wrote a number of other things and those led me to be even more impatient with the drill.
I've never gone back, except for the occasional wedding or funeral, and never intend to do so again.
Well, it’s good your parents didn’t send you to the wrong school. You might have rejected education.
Speaking of education, did it ever occur to you that not all churches preach the truth?
Right on Elk. Agree completely. I’m sure you opened up his Foundation books and fell right in. I did too...