Cars from the 1950's were roomy. If your family consisted of 6 or 7 people you could all go somewhere together. Squishy but doable, wide bench seats were the standard of the day and we didn't know seat belts from Adam. What made me think of it, was this image and Vacation Bible School. I was probably 7 or 8, and wanted to know what the other kids were doing that raised their hands and then left the room. Those kids always got outside before the rest of us, they also got something. Turns out we were grouped in the back seat of a big black car and one of the teachers was in the front and we all agreed we took Jesus into our hearts, were given a little bible, and then we got out...early release question answered.
This card makes me wonder what they were thinking. It would be a very rare child that would understand what accepting Christ into it's heart as it's savior would mean so whose or what record were they padding? I'm positive it still goes on today, else why all the Summer Sunday School programs? Don't get me wrong, I loved painting the green-ware plaques and singing the familiar songs and being read to and memorizing bible verses for prizes. But it sure didn't mean I knew what becoming a Christian was and the commitment it entails. One thing I'm pretty sure of, adults now know better than to separate out a few kids and put them in the back seat of a private car and spend time alone with them. Johnny Law and common sense says not in today's world.
My real acceptance of the Lord was at 11, in the middle of the night, just me and him...and I knew exactly what I was doing and who I was talking to. I don't believe in organized religions, nor conscripting unformed minds, but I do know where I stand and my faith has never wavered on that subject.
"All of the places of our lives are sanctuaries; some of them just happen to have steeples. And all of the people in our lives are saints; it is just that some of them have day jobs and most will never have feast days named for them." ~ Robert Benson