Seventh Day Adventists, perhaps?

We were forced to go to church when I was growing up. FORCED. If you did not go to church, you did not get to do what you wanted to do Sunday afternoon.

You sick? So what. God’s calling, we gotta meet him.

Your back hurt? Head aches? Tummy all outta control? God’ll fix it. It’s Sunday, let’s go.

FORCED TO GO. In Rain, Wind, Sleet, HOT SUN, w/ wool suits on and itchy stockings in the winter. We were going to be there for GOD. To put on a show.

We couldn’t miss it, why would we?

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