How Jesus came back to life
I was sent to a strict Methodist primary school from the age of four. This wasn't as a result of my parents being religious and wanting me to attend a church school, it just happened to be one of the best schools in the area. Being at church chool for 18 years however, had the effect of making me a very firm atheist.

About this time of year some 18 or 19 years ago we were having a morning assembly taken by Mr Spence, who looked somewhere between a librarian and a monk. We were told the story of how Jesus came back to life having been crucified, buried in a tomb for three days.

When Mr Spence asked if anyone knew what this was called a sea of juvenile hands were raised. 'Pick me, pick me!' My internal dialouge screamed 'I know the answer'.

Mr Spence scanned the hall looking for a likely candidate, 'Anthropos', he said 'can you tell us all what this story is called?'

My chest was bursting with exitement, my little brain so pleased with itself, I KNEW the answer. 'The erection of Jesus!' I shouted gleefully waiting for the praise to be heaped upon me.

None came.

Mr Spence flicked an annoyed eye at me 'no, it the resurrection of Jesus' he said with a twinge of concern and annoyance in his voice. All of the teachers at the sides of the chapel were chewing their lips to stifle laughter. My parents were called in as Mr Spence was worried I was a 'deviant' and he so kindly put it.

I think I turned out alright in the end!
( Anthropos Was making beer on, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 18:08, 1 reply)

*pees
pants*
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 20:39, closed)