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I grew up going to Sunday school. I enjoyed decorating the classroom windows with brightly colored tissue papera trailer park version of stained glass. I liked the apple juice and butter cookies at snack time. The restgoing into the big church to listen to the sermon and take communionI merely tolerated. Then Mom made the mistake of signing me up for a Bible Study summer camp. The instructors had us discuss familiar stories from The Biblestories that Id never heard of because I was too concerned with my butter cookie to pay attention. I tried to fake it. But mostly I prayed to God to get me out of there so I could go play on the Slip n Slide before the entire summer was buried under the heavy weight of theology.