Date: February 09, 2019 11:21PM
At first, I was under the mistaken impression that I hadn't attended a SS class since my mission because I always "missed" the class because I was enjoying church as a clerk. I had 2 bishops that never railed me for missing SS and even priesthood. However, I now recall that my last bishop made a big deal about my absence; and he even made it a point to lean against a file cabinet until I left the clerk's office. He didn't want anybody doing any church-related work during the 3 hour block.
Anyways, I now remember two arguments that I became involved in SS. One involved a member (who was off his track) that insisted that church leaders had said that members should only read the scriptures and church books. Of course, I challenged that and I was surprised that only one other person (besides Sister Goop) backed me up. As I was raised in the church that we were told to seek out good and true things (books, music and plays). Maybe I was wrong?
The other involved the usual misunderstanding about drinking caffeinated soft drinks. Certain members spouted off about their certainty that drinking coca cola was prohibited against the word of wisdom.
I shouldn't have been surprised because my wife and I were both called in for partaking the sacrament with the wrong hand. Oh the horror and humanity! Not only were we called to repent, but I as an RM and priesthood holder should have known better! And I challenged Brother Big Prick to show me in any scripture where it specifically says which hand to use. (And I finally found out that it was some sort of obscure church talk from the 1950s that gave notion to the "right-hand doctrine."
Date: February 10, 2019 09:27PM
Older kids attended seminary without too much bitching. Daughter the youngest wasn't having it. Dad would leave her off at the un-godly early hour. As soon as he was out of the parking lot, she would beat feet over to the Band Room, which was always open early for anyone who wanted to practice - she was a member of the band) and her musical skills improved remarkably well that year. She almost got away with it until one of the bishop's daughters approached DH at school, where he taught at the time, and asked, innocently enough, "Where has Dtr the Youngest been lately? We miss her at Seminary."
Of course there was a massive confrontation. Dtr made it very clear that under NO circumstances was she ever setting foot in Seminary again. She turned 18 in the middle of her Senior year, and she resigned the day she turned 18.
As it happened, I had just written my own resignation letter that day (after consultation with the late, great Kathy Worthington) so the letter was ready and waiting on the family computer. Dtr saw it and said, Please, leave it up. I'll just plug in my own data when you are done, and I'll be out, too.