My family used to go to a Methodist church. In my first Sunday school (1st grade), my teacher was a pedophile. Whenever I was sitting next to her, she would keep touching my knee and that made me feel uncomfortable. When I needed to go to the bathroom once, she insisted on going with me IN THE STALL and she actually watched me pee. When other kids sat next to her, they all had the same uncomfortable look and I would see her arm go under the table. I KNEW she was touching them on the knee.
We were all too young to understand what was going on so it was quite a few years before a Sunday came and the elders asked us about. They asked me if she ever touched my knee and I said yes (because it was true and I saw no reason to make that up). She never came back.
Then in my pre-teen years, I had a Sunday school teacher that didn't believe in any of the miracles in the Bible. If he couldn't explain one, he'd ignore it. For the feeding of the 5,000 though, he actually said that the 5,000 and their families were actually fed because other people quietly contributed food, that Jesus had nothing to do with that.
Needless to say, as soon as I got confirmed at 13, my parents allowed me to choose whether to keep going to the church or not. So I didn't!
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