Not only did I spend my elementary school years playing school, I also played church, but only on a Sunday afternoon. For this simulation, I would rope in all four adults: my mother, my father, Aunt Dot and Uncle Sam. And, of course, I was the minister.
I would pick 2 or 3 hymns for us all to sing, often accompanying on the piano.
Sometimes I would ask my father to “offer the prayer, “ but as likely as not, I would do it myself.
I would carefully select scripture, usually from the New Testament, and that I would read myself. I also gave the sermon – a short one.
One Sunday I even decided I would serve communion, but my mother drew the line at that!
One of the benefits of playing church was that when I had my Uncle Sam take up the offering, sometimes I got actual money. Once it was a fifty cent piece, and I was overjoyed.
The most incongruous thing is that after I gave the benediction, we would set up Monopoly, and my father, Uncle Sam, – sometimes my Aunt Dot, but never my mother-and I would finish Sunday afternoon with that game.
© Dorothy C. Judd
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