Do you ever go to Sunday School and the teacher asks a question and after there is a very loud silence that permeates the room?
All eyes are cast to the floor as if there is a fear to make their sentiments known concerning their gospel knowledge.
The awkward silence seems to last for ages and still no one in the class budges or even makes an attempt to answer the question. Now why should that be?
I feel so sorry for the teacher because he starts sweating and pleading with his eyes for anyone to raise their hand to move his little lesson along.
So naturally, being the generous soul that I am, I raise my hand and start in on an amazing comment.
But as I start to talk I get a little carried away with how great I am and kind of lose what his question is really about. So I talk a little about faith, and then merge over to repentance, then bounce some controversial facts about caffeine in Barqs Root Beer in there.
And so I continue for what seems to be several minutes. I want to stop but I couldn’t seem to wrap up my comments to a point that would make sense so I just kept talking. It is like I had word vomit and I couldn't stop my comments from coming out all over the place.
After a couple of minutes of talking I didn't even know where I was in regards to this poor man's lesson. Hint: Once you find yourself talking about how Noah survived in the arc with all those animals (Seriously though, the smell alone should have killed his entire family. Am I right?), you have drifted too far from home friends. Bring it on back to home plate.
So finally, I couldn't find an out for myself so I just said, “And that is all I have to say about that. Thank you.”
And if you thought it was silent before…It seemed like the entire class was staring at me as well as the teacher.
The teacher took a minute and very slowly said, “OOOKay…So…um…thank you for sharing that.”
I felt bad because I really wanted to help my teacher friend, but I am afraid I took his lesson way off course. It took him a couple of minutes to bring us back to the subject at hand.
Now I know why no one comments in Sunday School.
Mystery solved friends, mystery solved.