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(To read Part 1, click here)
If I’d gone to Sunday School, I’d probably have memorized Bible verses. But I didn’t. Heck, I’d only been to church twice:
The first time, I slept over at my cousins’ house and the next morning Aunt Tavia dropped us off at a big marble building, with dimes in our pockets for something called a noffring plate. A guy in a bathrobe talked in a foreign language and then fed us tiny crackers. I was pretty sure they were Buddhists.
The second time, a college prof made us attend “the worship service of a religion not your own.” I attended a garden-variety non-denominational service with folksy music and a folksy message. When I wrote in my class journal that the sermon was “surprisingly meaningful,” the professor berated me for suggesting there could be anything good about “Dead White…
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