I am an adult now,but having been the child of a Pastor was a blessing for me.Dad passed away many years ago,but I vivdly remember the years I spent being a member of the first family of the church.
I learned early how to interact with the older people.Pk kids in my day were taught to be gracious ,mannerable and an example for the congregants.We were friendly and obidient because we didn't want to embarass our parents.
We saved our acting out for other places as we lived in a different town.
My family had dinners with just about all of the members ,so we had lots of practice with table manners.We also were served the very best the families could afford,so we were introduced to a variety of new and delicious meals.We also learned the art of small talk as we visited all the different homes.
Being in church so much means we got the word of God planted in our hearts very ,very young.
We also got lots of prayers from the members ,I have reaped the benefits of that throughout my lifetime.
I understand the inner workings of churches ,and can do any job I am called on to do( except preaching) in a church.
I am quite at home in the public eye ,and learned to be careful what I said ,to whom and where and of course when.This early lesson kept me out of a lot of trouble in the work place.
At times ,like on Sunday night when we had been in church all day,eaten and were on our way back to Sunday P.M. services sometime I would grumble a bit,but not very often.
My brother and I did however swear off Sunday School .We still do not attend Sunday School to this day.We overdosed on it while growimg up.
I learned to love the church ,and the people of God.I thank God and my parents for this blessed life experience.
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