Little Adventures in a Big Faith World

United Methodist Church in Ethan where I attended Vacation Bible School with Carla.

Nestled in the heart of South Dakota, my hometown of Ethan, with its modest population of just 365 residents, is a quintessential example of small-town America where everyone knows everyone else’s name – and stories. At the center of community life stood two modest churches: the Catholic and the Methodist, each representing not only distinct religious traditions but also a subtle yet enduring rivalry that colored many town gatherings. This friendly competition wasn’t bitter but more like a spirited dance, with each congregation eager to showcase their community events, holiday celebrations, and fundraisers in hopes of winning local hearts. The churches served as pillars of faith, social life, and identity, offering everything from Sunday services to potluck dinners that brought neighbors together, even if occasionally on opposite sides of a playful divide. In Ethan, this rivalry added a unique flavor to the town’s close-knit charm, reminding everyone that despite differences, faith and fellowship were the true common grounds that held the community tightly together.

Every weekend, my family would faithfully attend Holy Trinity Catholic Church, a tradition that not only strengthened our spiritual bonds but also connected us deeply with the vibrant community. Holy Trinity was more than just a place of worship; it was a hub of activity in our small town. The pews were often filled with families, children, and elders alike, all united by shared faith and traditions. This strong sense of community fostered numerous events, from the Lawn Social that served homemade ice cream to the winter pancake feed that attracted people far and wide with its homemade sausage. Growing up surrounded by such devotion and a thriving parish life at Holy Trinity left an indelible mark on me, illustrating the powerful role a church family plays in nurturing both faith and friendship.

While friendly competition naturally arose between the Holy Trinity and United Methodist churches, it never overshadowed the deep mutual respect and camaraderie shared by both congregations. Each church took pride in showcasing their unique strengths – whether in vibrant worship services, creative youth programs, or active fundraising efforts – but rather than fostering rivalry, this spirit of healthy competition pushed both communities to grow and serve more effectively. Behind the scenes, the women's groups from Holy Trinity and United Methodist regularly collaborated to support one another’s initiatives, pooling resources when possible and always offering encouragement. This balance of spirited competition and genuine friendship not only strengthened individual congregations but also enhanced the sense of unity, reminding everyone that, despite differences, their shared commitment to serving the residents of Ethan were far more important than any one event.

One warm summer morning, as the golden sunlight filtered softly through the trees, Carla stopped by on her bike, her cheerful smile instantly brightening my day. She hopped off and eagerly invited me to join her for the Methodist Vacation Bible School, a week-long event filled with fun, learning, and fellowship. Her enthusiasm was contagious as she described the engaging activities, stories, and music planned for us kids – all set in the welcoming atmosphere of the United Methodist Church. Excited to spend time with my best friend and other kids from my neighborhood, I readily agreed. Without telling my mom, I jumped on my bike and headed for the church a few short blocks away.

After parking our bikes neatly along the sidewalk in front of the little white church, with its quaint little steeple reaching toward the sky, we eagerly headed inside for Vacation Bible School. The warm summer air was filled with a buzz of excitement as children streamed through the church doors, ready for a week full of learning, songs, and fun. Inside, the cozy sanctuary was transformed with colorful banners, cheerful decorations, and activity stations set up for crafts, storytelling, and games. The aroma of freshly baked cookies mingled with the joyful sounds of laughter and singing, creating an inviting atmosphere where cherished memories began. Although the local women in charge knew I was not a member of their church, they warmly welcomed me and gave me the needed supplies for the day's activities.

Aware that I was brought up Catholic, one of the women phoned Mom to inform her that I had come to the Methodist Vacation Bible School accompanied by Carla. Upon receiving this update, Mom exhaled deeply, relieved to discover where I had gone without asking. The two women shared a hearty laugh, reflecting the strong bond between members of both congregations. Though their denominations differed, the phone call radiated warmth and mutual respect, demonstrating how faith can unite rather than divide. Mom consented to cover the cost of my participation, and for a brief period, I was considered a member of The United Methodist Church in Ethan.

The first day of Vacation Bible School was filled with excitement and creativity as we dove into the lesson based on 1 Corinthians 3:9, which reminds us that “we are God’s fellow workers; you are God’s field, God’s building.” To bring this powerful message to life, the teachers gathered us around tables covered with colorful popsicle sticks, glue, and other craft supplies to build our own miniature churches. Carla and I worked together to carefully stack and connect the sticks, and not only enjoyed a hands-on activity but also embraced the idea that each of us plays an important role in building God’s kingdom. The atmosphere buzzed with joy and chatter, as we learned what it means to be part of a larger community working together under God's guidance.

After my exciting first day at Vacation Bible School, I couldn’t wait to rush home and share every detail with Mom. Bursting through the door, I eagerly recounted all the fun activities we did, from singing joyful songs and playing games to crafting little churches out of popsicle sticks. But what fascinated me the most was what I learned about building God’s kingdom – not with bricks or mortar, but through kindness, love, and helping others every day. I shared how each of us can be like a little builder, spreading God's light by showing compassion and standing up for what is right. Mom smiled as she listened, proud of how much I had absorbed after crashing the Methodist's summer activity.

I spent the rest of the week attending Bible School with Carla, and the experience turned out to be surprisingly enriching. Immersing myself in a different Christian tradition opened my eyes to fresh perspectives on faith, community, and worship. The Methodist emphasis on heartfelt singing, lively discussions, and inclusive activities created an atmosphere of genuine warmth and acceptance. Even though I was only seven years old, I recognized the differences in rituals and doctrines but also felt the same core values of love and kindness shared by both faith traditions. The week not only broadened my understanding of Christianity but also deepened my appreciation for the diversity that exists even in small towns like Ethan.

Looking back now, I truly appreciate my mom’s open-mindedness and willingness to let me attend the Methodist Vacation Bible School, even though we were a devout Catholic family. In a time when traditions and religious boundaries often felt rigid, her decision reflected not only trust in my ability to explore and learn but also a beautiful acceptance of different faith expressions. Attending VBS didn’t just bring new experiences and fun activities; it offered me a broader perspective on spirituality, community, and kindness beyond denominational lines. Her encouragement to step outside our usual routine helped shape my understanding of faith as something deeply personal and inclusive, reminding me that love and compassion transcend labels – a  lasting lesson I’m grateful she valued enough to uphold.

Holy Trinity Catholic Church where my family attended church every Sunday.