I love teaching children at my church. I love their bubbly answers and their eager, serious faces. I love that when we talk about Jesus and His love for them, they — even the wiggliest ones — suddenly sit still with anticipation. They want to marvel that Jesus told his friends where to throw their net to find fish, and that He had a charcoal fire ready for them on the beach. They want to hear about the Lord’s kindness toward Peter — even after Peter denied, three times — that he knew Jesus. They sit still and quiet, moved by Jesus’s plan to restore three-times-denying Peter with three questions. Jesus does it that way — fish, fires, questions meant to restore — because God is “the very best” they tell me.
I also love listening to their spontaneous bits of info about their own lives. I’m always completely enriched after a story they tell. This morning, for instance:
Her: “I saw three planets in the sky last night! Well not last night. I mean the other night.”
Me: “Three planets? That’s amazing. I want to see three planets at once!”
Her: “They were Venus and Mars and Jupiter!”
Me: “Wow. I love that God awes us with his night sky!”
I love that my little Sunday School friend got to be wowed. How kind of God to let her see three planets at once. But of course, He’s the very best like that. He let her experience what we grown-ups might say with words more like this:
“You can’t open your eyes in this universe without seeing a theater of divine revelation.” (R.C. Sproul, 1939-2017)
From now on, I’ll remember her happy night-sky story when I remember R.C. Sproul and his words, and when I marvel at night-sky moments myself.
Yeah, I love teaching children at my church.