Blogtober Day 12…
When I was kid there was a group of Christian College Students that would come to my church every year and sing. I should probably point out that I was raise southern baptist. Every year when these groups would come my mom would make sure I got to church early. If anyone knows me, they know I don’t get to church early. When I was a teen and could drive, I would get to church late. I didn’t mind going to Sunday School, but I felt like if ever there was a moment to see the fake folk shine it was Sunday School. In their defense it could have also been the morning. I am not a morning person. I’m not interested in being up in the morning and I am surely not interested in the overly joyful personalities in the morning. Nevertheless, on the days the students were there I made sure to be to church bright and early. These students were so cheerful and obnoxiously kind, it would make my stomach turn. No offense to them but it just felt fake to me. I didn’t understand how they could be th...