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.
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!