Were You Talking to ME?

Well, I took on a new role in life.  I agreed to teach our adult Sunday school class.  Emphasis on the word adult.  Although I previously taught Sunday school to teenagers and young adults, teaching to adults was never on my list of must haves in life.

I attend Sunday school regularly because there is just so much that I don’t know.  When our teacher got married and went to find a church home with her husband, we had two choices- join another class or one of us would have to teach.  I championed for others to take the reins.  No one stepped up to the plate.  So, I chose the third option that I didn’t mention.  I was just going to stop going to Sunday school.

Don’t act shocked.  I’m NOT Jesus.  I was very comfortable with my class.  I wasn’t trying to go somewhere new or start over.  Clearly, God’s plan for my life was for me to get more rest on Sunday mornings before church or maybe even get my cardio in at the gym before service.

My cousins suggested that I teach the class.  I looked at them straight in the eyeballs and said “no.”  There is no shame in my game.  Except….I kind of felt like maybe I should.  The minister in charge of Sunday school teachers asked me if I had thought about teaching the class.  I told him I’d pray about it.  And I prayed.

Y’all know I struggle with obedience.  But I also struggle with trying to differentiate between people’s expectations of me and God’s expectations of me.  I want His way to always win.  I don’t know how other people hear from God, but I always look for confirmation of what I believe that He told me.  Once I received confirmation, I agreed to my new assignment.

This is a scary role.  As you can see, I wasn’t tap dancing and leaping for joy at the opportunity.  In my eyes, to be a great teacher, you need to really KNOW your material.  And I know what I’ve experienced of God but being able to take the assigned material every week and make it real for others, and myself, is a big assignment.

I don’t necessarily think the way that people who have been in church all their lives think.  I don’t put pretty bows on everything.  I don’t wear pantyhose to church.  I can’t recite all the books of the Bible in order from Genesis to Revelations (however, I do know that there are 66 books of the Bible so maybe that counts for something).  What I do know…God called me to this for this season.  That’s enough for me.  #wepreach