God doesn't stop teaching us just because we grow up

Gemma Hunt’s formative years in Sunday school gave her a spiritual foundation she will always be grateful for. But now she’s learning to ask questions again, and is unafraid to admit she does not always have all the answers

There’s something special about pausing long enough to look back at our past. How often do we actually give ourselves permission to revisit our childhood?

When I do, it is as if a whole scrapbook opens up in my mind; there are joyful memories and awkward ones, confusing moments and deeply comforting ones. Family life, school days, friendships; those early attempts at working out who we are. And, among them, are my earliest experiences of faith. 

I grew up going to Sunday school, a phrase that feels almost nostalgic now.The Baptist church I attended was filled with faithful, generous people who gave their time to teach us about Jesus. They were parents and leaders in my church family; people who knew us, cared for us and believed that what they were sharing truly mattered.