Jot
Before Zoloft’s Depressed Marshmallow, there was Jot.
Growing up unchurched, my religious education was pretty well confined to the children’s television programming from the Lutherans, Davey and Goliath, and the Southern Baptists, Jot.
Those, I suppose, were the days when the Southern Baptists were a bit broader; full of “Jimmy Carter kind of Baptists” as the nearby, hospitable First Baptist Church would identify. (The only immersion baptism I’ve ever performed was in their baptistry.)
Jot was a boy, growing in faith and morals, but depicted as a single white dot (with a kind of cloven foot when standing). Very trippy and Sixties. I was surprized that there were ever only twenty-nine or thirty four-minute segments made, the earliest now forty years old.
31 July 2006 at 11:21 am
[…] Behind the people who demonstrate grace and wisdom to help make Christian believers is the church: the support system and conduit of tradition and story. Sometimes the behind the scenes part of the church is hard to identify. I take my own experience as one example. I was brought up unchurched. Almost. My recently deceased paternal grandmother saw to it that my brother and I were baptized and I held on to my baptism when I had nothing else (and little understanding) Christian to fall back on. The church, particularly the Baptists and Lutherans, provided the cultural images that supplemented my parents’ moral sense. […]