I never knew about Sunday School until the dude in high school. He hadn't come over for the weekend, they were having a special thing in addition to the usual, and I liked how everything was more involved. Thing is he lived way out in Queens, and I was in the Bronx, so I couldn't go to his church. He asked this pastor to look for one that he described as "alive" over here, but that's when my mom said I couldn't go, so that was the end of that.
Two weeks after 9/11, it was an interfaith procession through the neighborhood I was living at at the time Arthur avenue, ending up at the local big Catholic Church, Mount Carmel. The monsignor of Mount Carmel spoke (yawn, nobody liked him anyways), then the iman from a small local (mainly Balkan) mosque spoke (eh).
But then a pastor from the local Baptist Church had his turn, and he had the whole place stomping, totally tear-the-roof-down energized. It was amazing. Everybody was so quiet and down because of the occasion, but he was very inspirational. He gave us hope.
He was followed by the Monsignor of another nearby Catholic Church, our Lady of Lourdes, and I felt bad because you could tell he was trying to perk things up also seeing what he had just followed, but it wasn't quite happening. But he tried.
Anyways for years after I was tempted to go to that Baptist Church, but I was no longer much of what could be considered to be a believer, and I didn't know anybody there and thus wouldn't know what to do and so felt it might be a bit improper, so I never went. I kind of regret not going anyways.
I did see that Pastor on the street one day and thanked him for his sermon, that it was very inspirational. Very nice guy.