At one point, my family taught school in an isolated area. The Salvation Army was one of the few available churches. My grandmother quickly removed me from Sunday school after, at the age of three, I informed
her I was full of sin. To this day, I recall my terror at the hellfire and damnation crap we children had foisted on us. A residual fear remains.
That's why I left! I was coughing and the teacher (first class) made me stand up and face the kids
while she told them I was coughing because I had sinned and God was punishing me.
An angel will come and take me to hell where I will burn in agony forever!
I grabbed my coat and ran out of there so fast! (age 8)
The reason I was there in the first place was because Iwent to church on Sunday with my parents.
In the pew was my Dad, (so distinguished), my Mother, (so beautiful) me and beside me was my angel!
I could see and hear her plainly! She was transparent and all in white with a faint white "cloud" around her.
I was so fascinated with the sermon because this was God's word, or so I believed.
The minister said, "You must believe and be baptized to enter the kingdom of heaven."
My angel said, "That's not true Cheryl. Don't believe that."
I stood up in the pew and announced loudly, "That's not true!"
My Mother dragged me down and told me to shush but on the way out,
the minister told my parents never to bring me to church again!
I was banished to Sunday school and you know the rest.
Shalimar, Your Grandmother was wise!