Hmmm...so...this past Sunday was quite the day for embarrassment. In order to preserve your time (it's valuable, I know), I'll just tell you one section. It happened within the first couple hours after I woke up, so that's never a good sign! I went to church with my family and was volunteering in the 5th-6th grade room. My brother just so happens to be that age and he just so happened to be in the group I was supervising. We were talking about John the Baptist, and my brother proudly informed me that John's father was Ezekiel. False. "Not quite," I told him, "His parents were Zechariah and Sarah."
I smiled and shook my head knowingly, caught up in my own apparent wisdom. Then, the teacher asked if anyone knew who John's parents were. My brother, confidently believing my answer, shot his arm straight in the air. It wasn't until his mouth opened that I realized that I had been totally wrong! John's parents were Zechariah and Elizabeth. I went to shush him, but it was too late. His answer was declared wrong and he apparently felt the need....to declare that it was me who had told him that answer. Numerous pairs of eyes glued to the back of my head. I gulped. There you have it. Volunteer Sunday School teacher messes up students. Of course. And I haven't even been in that classroom for more than a couple weeks. Sigh.
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