A little over a year ago, when I left my job at the church and walked away to find a new one, I also left my church. The church, that church, the old church? For 17 years, it had been my church and then it was not. Ron and I had taught more classes than I can remember - together and apart. We worked with discipleship, new members and of course, the library. The boys spent their teenage years there and were in countless programs, went to numerous camps as campers and then as counselors. They went on mission trips and made their first international trips with this church. But the time had come to go. We had different jobs and Ron continued teaching Sunday School until the year ended. I didn't go anywhere in that time period. It was in many ways a time of healing. A few people knew why I wasn't there. I'd see other people out and about and they'd mention that they hadn't seen me at church in a while. One of the problems in going to a really big church with multiple ser
Sounds like when I got out of college back in th 70's and all the schools were being renovated for "open" classrooms. Basically they were huge rooms with dividers between four "classes" and a teachers' pod in the middle. Teachers collaborated and it was easy to group students for various activities. It was kind of stupid and within 5 years schools were spending more money to put the walls back up between all the classrooms. Dumb! Will they never learn to just leave well enough alone?
ReplyDeleteBrandon was in a school like that in Atlanta. Bunch of pods that all opened to a central area. I remember volunteering at the computer station and listening to another teacher when I didn't have a child to work with. She actually tried to dress me down for what she thought was eaves dropping, but my goodness, I could hear everyone.
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