News of the Weird
I attended Sunday school today. It's the 2nd time that Ben has been in attendance at the same meeting since I started going back to the adult classes. I was a little nervous, and decided to delay getting there a bit so I could choose my seating more circumspectly, since last time I ended up sitting directly behind Ben.
Our current Sunday school teacher is an interesting guy. He has a mellifluous radio voice and has dabbled in acting. He's smart and likes to research a variety of topics that are of interest to him. For example, today we spent some time hearing about how the young man who ran away naked after others laid hold on his garment could have been Mark, or even Lazarus. If the latter, his cloth may have been the shroud he'd been wrapped in before he arose from the dead. Interesting, no doubt, but hardly significant in helping ward members live the gospel better. You have to stop and do the math on 50 minutes twice per month and then see what's really worth the time. Probably not that.
He also talks most of the time. Today, I would say about 95% of the time he was speaking. He has not yet gotten on board with the Come, Follow Me discussion style. Actually, he started out that way a couple of days by asking what we had learned during our individual and family study. But I think he decided that was not sufficiently interesting or novel because he has gone back to talking most of the time.
I am preparing to facilitate a discussion on the 5th Sunday by assignment. I have an introduction, 3-5 questions (depending how you count them) for discussion, and a closing activity. I am a little nervous about it, since I have no idea what will happen during the discussion. I am reminding myself to be comfortable with silence and that the participants have not been accustomed to a higher component of participation, so it may take them some time for them to warm up. It's an act of faith not to have scripted the whole thing.
Someone in our ward decided to give out ties instead of chocolate for Father's Day. I made sure to tell the Elders Quorum president that there was nothing broken in the tradition of giving chocolate for Mother's Day, in case the question came up next year. The young men were not the only ones disappointed, but the adults managed their disappointment better.
Our current Sunday school teacher is an interesting guy. He has a mellifluous radio voice and has dabbled in acting. He's smart and likes to research a variety of topics that are of interest to him. For example, today we spent some time hearing about how the young man who ran away naked after others laid hold on his garment could have been Mark, or even Lazarus. If the latter, his cloth may have been the shroud he'd been wrapped in before he arose from the dead. Interesting, no doubt, but hardly significant in helping ward members live the gospel better. You have to stop and do the math on 50 minutes twice per month and then see what's really worth the time. Probably not that.
He also talks most of the time. Today, I would say about 95% of the time he was speaking. He has not yet gotten on board with the Come, Follow Me discussion style. Actually, he started out that way a couple of days by asking what we had learned during our individual and family study. But I think he decided that was not sufficiently interesting or novel because he has gone back to talking most of the time.
I am preparing to facilitate a discussion on the 5th Sunday by assignment. I have an introduction, 3-5 questions (depending how you count them) for discussion, and a closing activity. I am a little nervous about it, since I have no idea what will happen during the discussion. I am reminding myself to be comfortable with silence and that the participants have not been accustomed to a higher component of participation, so it may take them some time for them to warm up. It's an act of faith not to have scripted the whole thing.
Someone in our ward decided to give out ties instead of chocolate for Father's Day. I made sure to tell the Elders Quorum president that there was nothing broken in the tradition of giving chocolate for Mother's Day, in case the question came up next year. The young men were not the only ones disappointed, but the adults managed their disappointment better.
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