The Sunday School Sneak

This morning I realized I was in the wrong Sunday School class.

I started attending this church about six weeks ago. It’s a fairly large church, and to be honest, my biggest concern was not their theology, or missions statement, or their music philosophy. Don’t get me wrong – those things are important. But what I really wanted to find was a good Sunday School Class.

On my first Sunday, the sweet little old lady greeter took me to her class which, sure enough, was full of sweet little old ladies.

Not really my scene.

The next Sunday, I asked the greeter for a class that was “more my age,” and was directed to the wonderful class I now attend.

I truly enjoy this class. It’s small, and there is a great sense of camaraderie, and we’re doing a very interesting study of the Book of Galatians.

Plus, there are muffins.

However, this morning I saw something I had never seen before. The name of the class.

I don’t know how I missed it, except that no one ever told me. But there, plastered to the side of the box where they place the roll sheet and the offering were the words: “Growing Families Sunday School Class.”

AKA: Married People Only

Panic set in almost immediately: I’m not married. I’m a family of one. I don’t think that’s going to grow any time soon. Oh no! Are they going to ask me to leave? Do I have to find another class? Why did no one tell me?! I’m going to end up in one of those depressing Single Classes full of 20 year old college kids and 48 year old divorcées!

But as I sat there munching my muffin and contemplating my future exile, the absurdity of the situation hit me.

Why does it even matter?

Who cares if I’m single, or married, or divorced, or widowed, or childless, or starting my own private colony of offspring?

Is there a different Bible I’m supposed to use if I’m single? One that doesn’t have the Song of Solomon, maybe?

Do I have to pray differently if I’m not allowed to read the book The Power of a Praying Wife?

For that matter, why do we sequester single people into different Sunday School classes away from the rest of the adult population? Is there some sort of Single disease? Are we afraid the married people will catch it?

Why must we assume that someone can only fall into the categories of “Married and Multiplying” or “Single and Stuck”?

For years, I’ve said that the church has a problem with developing an adequate Singles Ministry. Maybe the problem is that there IS a Singles Ministry. Maybe there should just be a People Ministry where everyone is welcome no matter where they are in life.

I don’t mind hanging out with married people. I like married people. Some of my best friends are married people.

And hey, if I’m here long enough, maybe it will rub off on me.

My Name is Single


Ain’t Droppin’ No Eaves No More!

“She tries too hard to be funny.”

It was the last bit of a conversation I shouldn’t have been listening to, but I’m a veteran eavesdropper, and sometimes it’s hard to stop.

Besides. It was about me. Continue reading

Goodnight, Brain


Woman Sitting on a Basket
Van Gogh

I’ve had a hard time sleeping lately.

I don’t know if it’s because there’s so much on my mind, or because it’s just so dang hot these days.

One of the symptoms (or side effects) of not being able to sleep is that my brain just won’t shut off. It mulls over and over and over whatever problem or perplexity or snippet of song happens to light its fancy.

It’s rather annoying.

And the most annoying thing of the annoyingness is that lately, in the dim, dark recesses of night, my sleep-eluding brain has been pondering the things that annoy me.

For instance: Continue reading

Failure…at 50% off!

This post is in response to an article on It was originally a comment on the article, but the longer it got, the more the comment box glared at me reproachfully. …so, I shuffled my little self over here to air my thoughts…

I experimented once with being a dedicated couponer.

I failed miserably.

I tried, though. I really tried. I even took a class and everything. Maybe I did it wrong, or maybe I just don’t have the knack, but for whatever reason, my couponing experience was a colossal failure… Continue reading

My Pennies on Politics

The old adage must be true – you should never discuss religion or politics – because I haven’t seen this much division among friends since Scarlett and Rhett danced at the Twelve Oaks Barbecue. The name-calling and mud-slinging has been endless. Opposing sides have accused each other of everything from near-sighted apathy to single-handedly ushering in the apocalypse. Lines have been drawn. Stands have been stood. Gauntlets have been thrown. Ridicule has been flung. …and that’s just the voters. Continue reading

Cleaning Out the Filter

Many, many times I think of witty and/or cutting things I would like to post on Facebook. However, there’s a filter in my head that often stops me. (Oddly enough, that filter seems to have my mother’s voice…) It saddens me to realize that my sharply or succinctly worded zingers will never be appreciated by the world at large…or…you know…my 53 Facebook friends…
But nothing is stopping you from using them… I make you free of them… Borrow to your heart’s content… Continue reading