Recently I attended Sunday School– Mormon Sunday School. (TBM lurkers rejoice!)
OMFG it was so boring. It was so painfully dull. I was really hoping for a geriatric shouting match like last time I attended Sunday School in 2006, but I was disappointed.
Here’s what I learned:
The Jews killed Jesus. They were totes guilty because they knew they were killing the Son of God but they killed him anyway, because they were super-wicked and the Pharisees said to. Or something. Pontius Pilate was just trying to keep The Jews happy. It’s not like it was in the Romans’ best interest to execute him or anything. Jesus forgave the Roman soldiers because they didn’t know they were killing the Son of God, but The Jews did. I’m not sure how they knew– I guess because he said so? But even though The Jews knew he was right, they went ahead and killed him anyway. Jerks. But it’s ok, because it was all part of The Plan.
While this was both cringe-worthy and inaccurate, it was delivered in such a hushed, monotone, stultifying way that my blood pressure didn’t spike at all, which is what normally happens to me when Mormons start talking about “the Jews.”
I felt bad for everybody there. I felt bad for the teacher, who lacked any teaching ability, seemed remarkably uncomfortable, and was clearly chained to the manual. I felt bad for the class. Was it spiritually edifying for anybody there, I wonder? Did anybody actually hear something new? Encounter new ways of looking at the text?
Despite being a heathen apostate, I still find the Christ-story compelling. I still like learning about Jesus. But for fuck’s sake, let’s learn something.