"Everybody ought to go to Sunday school," Mom used to sing as she came into our rooms on Sunday morning to help us pick our clothes and find our shoes. "The mommies and the daddies and the boys and the girls--everybody ought to go to Sunday school."
This week everybody did go to Sunday school. For some of us it was the first time in six weeks. We drove through the country--past farms and fields and beside ditches with traces of snow in their shadows. Then we turned from the main road to the gravel road and looked a mile across the fields to the white steeple where we would have Sunday school.