My Sunday School Teacher

Somewhere in time, this week, we have been doing a lot of traveling.  Traveling is fun, but we get to spend an inordinate amount of time in the car.  The good thing is I have been writing a book and this week I was able to get a good portion of the story typed up while my husband drove.  We listened to CD Rom’s as we drove down the road and a song by 10^th avenue north reminded me of my Sunday school teacher.

My parents divorced when I was about seven years old.  My Father ended up with custody of all the children to begin with, but when I was nine years old, I moved to live with my mother.  I believe that God knew I would need my mother in my teen years and it worked out well, my mother is my good friend.  This time in my life was a little challenging though.  I lived with my father in Indiana and I moved to live with my mother in San Diego.  I had many adjustments to make, but I had a family that loved me and other people who cared and they helped me through it.  One of the caring people was my Sunday school teacher.

We attended College Grove Southern Baptist Church somewhere in San Diego.  My Sunday school teacher was a single lady that enjoyed spending time with a group of nine and ten year old girls.  She was a tall woman especially when compared to my short family.  She had a lot of love to give to a group of young girls.  She took her class to Disney once and another time to the county fair.  She always tried to find ways for us to have fun together. 

She also tried her best to teach us to love the Lord.  She encouraged us to memorize Bible verses and I am good at remembering versus, but I’m not good and remembering where the verse is located in the Bible.  She used to admonish me about that.  She would say, how will you ever find the verse if you don’t have its address.  Well she is right.  I exhaust my concordance looking for things at times and even drive my husband a little crazy seeing if he remembers were a certain passage is contained.  Since this was a Southern Baptist church, I memorized the passage and verse of John 3:16.

John 3:16 (From memory, so the version may be King James) “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”

In that little Baptist Church in San Diego, I went forward and made my public profession of faith in Christ.  I was also baptized there when I was ten years old.  I was just thinking, sometimes people don’t realize they have impacted the life of a child.  They just show up and do the best they can and they or may not ever get thanked for their service.  This is my way of thanking this nice lady for giving her time to impact my life.  She helped me realize the importance hiding God’s word in my heart. 

Going back to the 10^th Avenue North song, it reminds me of John 3:16, which in turn reminds me of my Sunday school teacher.

Tenth Avenue North - Love Is Here from tenth-avenue-north on GodTube.