It was the year I turned five, and her hair was bottle-blond. Blond and curly.
That’s all I can remember about my Sunday School teacher’s appearance, but I vividly remember the love I felt in her class. She gave soft, frequent hugs, and her excitement about Jesus was magnetic. She probably didn’t have a great singing voice, a perfect figure, or a seminary degree, but she loved two people well: me and Jesus.
Flash forward to another teacher, a taller, ganglier me. This time I remember the lipstick. It was sunset orange, and whenever she saw me it was stretched wide into the most welcoming smile. Ms. Kay had sadness in her life—I found out later—but she was full of Jesus’ joy and it spilled out on all of us.
|(found on the website for iHeart Radio)
Even as a kid, I saw the impact that their love and willingness had on my own attitude toward Jesus, the Bible, and ministry. Jesus wasn’t only for adults. We worshiped him kid-style: with fun tunes and hand motions and wiggling that exactly expressed how I was learning to know Him. We were kids and He was the One who held kids on his lap, who loved us and our Picasso-esque attempts to color him.
So why share the memories with you today?
After years of being a kid in the class, a teenage helper, and more recently a volunteer teacher, I’m humbled and thrilled to take on the role of Sunday School Coordinator for the older classes!
I will be working under one of our pastors, helping to choose the curriculum, stock the supplies, and train our awesome volunteer teachers and helpers. We’re even dreaming of how to use the puppets and costumes that I have stashed in a box in my living room!
I don’t have a degree in kid’s ministry or elementary education, and I am the first to admit that any parent will probably know how to manage their kid better than I will. Honestly, when I let myself dwell on my inadequacies and the magnitude of what I’ve signed up for, I start to tremble a little in my new Chacos.
But God loves to use small stuff and weak people. Like the beloved ladies of my past, I don’t have all my junk together, but I’m learning that God cherishes willingness and humility more than talent. May I be so.