Do any of you remember “Promotion Sunday”? In the Methodist church, once a year all the Sunday School classes gathered for Promotion Sunday. It was always a time of great excitement as you looked forward to moving “up” to a new Sunday School class. Awards were given out for “perfect attendance” to those little angels who had made it to Sunday school each week. Bibles were given to the 3rd graders, now old enough to read and have their own bible.
Promotion Sunday was important. So with polished shoes, pin curled hair and our best hanky with pennies tied in it, we marched in to the sanctuary probably to the tune of “Onward Christian Soldiers”…that part I’ve kind of forgotten
Many years later, I was the Sunday School superintendent. I checked the rolls with each teacher. Who would be the new Sunday School teachers, who had come faithfully, who could move on to a new class? I’ll never forget stopping in and talking with all of the teachers. Elementary…Middle School…High School…even Young Married and Adults.
Then, last of all, was that group of little ladies that met in the corner of the sanctuary. Most had white hair, spoke softly, carried a pocket-book. These were the ladies that were well over 70 and many had lost their soul-mates. They still faithfully attended Sunday School each Sunday. And when I inquired about Promotion Sunday and realized there was no class for them to promote “up to”, one little lady laughed and said. “Next Stop…Heaven!”
I love Sunday School, and little white-haired ladies:)