I’ve grown up in the church and my memories are clear as day of sitting in Sunday School only eight years old and even younger. I knew my family was different because we didn’t have a dad in our family like the pictures the teacher always held up. I distinctly remember the thought process, even as young as I was. “That’s OK. You can grow up and make the whole family.” I think I knew even before I was eight that it was my choice. My life would be whatever I chose.
In the past 40-plus years the dynamics of the average family in the church has changed so much.