I used to love Sunday school as a kid. For two reasons, really. First because I really was that kid. You know, the know-it-all. I didn’t mean to be, but I loved learning and enjoyed being in an arena where I could show off because the Good Lord knows He didn’t make me athletic. The second reason was that the teacher, who happened to be my grandpa, frequently brought the class sausage breakfast burritos from McDonald’s. To this day I think of Sunday school with Grandpa Scott whenever I eat one of those burritos in all of its cheesy greasy glory.
In growing older, I started avoiding any kind of early morning church activities, preferring to sleep in on Sundays (judge me all you want). When that happened, my favorite part of the service became the worship time. This hasn’t changed for me since moving to Haiti. Recently, a visiting choir came to sing a song I had never heard before. The chorus is translated as:
If God didn’t say a word, we would die
If the Eternal One didn’t speak, we would perish
I appreciate how the song so bluntly spells out our need to hear from God.
- Yes, last year, some in the family gardens program were taking supplies that didn’t belong to them. But this year the moms are working together to see that the gardens thrive and are pooling their resources for future plans.
- No, we weren’t able to reconcile with a parent who had to be dismissed from the program for behavior issues. But this fall God brought us a wonderful new teacher for our growing preschool.
- Yeah, the adult literacy class hasn’t had the reception I hoped for. But a mom of seven has worked hard, faithfully studying her lessons, to set an example for her children.
