Category Archives: Sunday School

At the end of Sunday School little Joey asked his teacher a question:
“Mr. Goldblatt,” announced little Joey, “there’s something I can’t figure out.”

“What’s that, Joey?” asked Goldblatt.

“Well, according to the Bible, the Children of Israel crossed the Red Sea, right?”


“And the Children of Israel beat up the Phillistines, right?” “Er, right.”

“And the Children of Israel built the Temple, right?” “Again you’re right.”

“And the Children of Israel fought the Egyptians, and the Children of Israel fought the Romans, and the Children of Israel were always doing something important, right?”

“All that is right, too,” agreed Goldblatt. “So what’s your question?”

“What were all the grown-ups doing?”

Danny Tells His Version Of Sunday School

Nine-year-old named Danny came bursting out of Sunday school like a wild stallion. His eyes were darting in every direction as he tried to locate either mom or dad. Finally, after a quick search, he grabbed his Daddy by the leg and yelled, “Man, that story of Moses and all those people crossing the Red Sea was great!” His father looked down, smiled, and asked the boy to tell him about it.

“Well, the Israelites got out of Egypt, but Pharaoh and his army chased after them. So the Jews ran as fast as they could until they got to the Red Sea. The Egyptian Army was gettin’ closer and closer. So Moses got on his walkie-talkie and told the Israeli Air Force to bomb the Egyptians. While that was happening, the Israeli Navy built a pontoon bridge so the people could cross over. They made it!

By now old dad was shocked. “Is THAT the way they taught you the story?”

Well, no, not exactly,” Danny admitted, “but if I told you the way they told it to us, you’d never believe it, Dad.”

Charles Swindoll – Growing Strong In The Seasons of Life p101

Sunday School

“During the war a man lay dying in the trenches. A friend leaned over him and said, ‘Is there anything I can do for you?’

He replied, ‘No I am dying.’

‘Is there anyone I can send a message to for you?’

‘Yes, you can send a message to this man at this address. Tell him that in my last minutes what he taught me as a child is helping me to die.’

The man was his old Sunday School Teacher. When the message got to him, he said, ‘God forgive me. I gave up Sunday School teaching years ago because I thought I was getting nowhere. I thought it was no use.'”

Questions of Life, Nicky Gumble, p200