Me? Teach?

My phone woke me up yesterday in spite of my stubborn determination to stay in bed and drain all of the sleep I still had left at 10:30 in the morning. It was a friend from church, calling me to say that they were short of teachers for Bible study class later in the afternoon and if I could make it that would be great.

There was no other response. I said yes.

But what I thought was a substitute, one-time thing was actually a regular, full-time job. I was handling 8th grade girls who were driven to church every Friday after class for an hour of studying the Book of John. 

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In came the Bibles and the folders an study guides and attendance sheets and there I was, stunned and disbelieving and humbled and grateful. Who ever thought I would teach? I mean, I have, before, but it was always in front of people I already knew. Now here I was, about to sit in front of teenagers for the rest of the school year.

I never had this in mind, not for one minute. But apparently, God did.

This whole experience reminds me of Moses when he said, “Pardon your servant, Lord. I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue.” And we know how that story ends. 

So here’s to a year of studying the Gospel. Cheers!