Confessions of a Reluctant Servant

“We don’t have anyone to teach Sunday school today. I need you to do it.”

“But I don’t teach . . . ” I started to say. Yet the look in my husband’s eyes stopped me. I sighed and nodded my head. We were short on volunteers, and someone had to fill in. I guess I was better than no one at all.

Resolved to my fate, I stepped into the classroom. Trepidation and uncertainty filled my heart. I didn’t know what I was doing. What if I made a mess of things? What if I couldn’t manage the class? What if . . . ?

That was about four years ago, and I have been teaching that same class ever since. Around that time we had a church crisis of sorts. Without a pastor and down a number of families, we were in a situation where either everyone chipped in to do their part, or we would have to shut our doors….

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