In the fourth grade, I was a Presbyterian.
My parents became Lutherans when I was in fifth grade.
By Christmas, I was Lutheran too.
Worst year of my life.
The Sunday School had no substance.
By Christmas of sixth grade, I was back to Presbyterian.
People ask me if it’s awkward—my parents and I going to different churches.
“Doesn’t matter,” I always tell them. A man has to stand up for his beliefs, no matter the cost.
You don’t want to follow a false Christ.
Besides, the two churches were across the street from each other.
It wasn’t like I had to find a new ride.
– Tommy, 7th Grader at Washington Middle School