Mr.Chick can stick his kindergartin cartoons up his ass. I went to Sunday school briefly in my youth. It was the most repulsive and morbid system of guilt inducing mmythological propganda imaginable. I was beat over the head constantly how Jesus died for my sins and that I should feel guilty about it. I wouldn't even be born yet for close to 2,000 thousand years. Yet I was somehow guilty and owed him rependence for the rest of me life or would go to hell according to the crap I was being fed. According to my smiling indoctrinators, there was no escape for me.
About three doses of that, and I was through with it. It was an attempt to cripple me and leave me beating myself senseless with a neurotic whip. I got the hell out.