Being a Sunday School teacher basically opened my mind to what I missed in my Sunday School days. Basic, really, not putting into consideration the era then and now. The Word of God remains the same and there’s nothing new under the sun.
In a conversation with my twin brother a couple of days back, he mentioned how blessed he was to have been active in Sunday School. Mummy did an awesome job, truly. We moved churches about 3 times every time we relocated before 18yrs, and all those time, she’ll literally walk hand in hand with us to Sunday School, straight to meet with the Music Director or Bible Quiz Masters. My twin (Curtis) is rather more intelligent so he reigned in Bible Quiz class and I reigned in Sword Drill class (in all modesty 😳 ).
Can you image, I was in the choreography group. Gosh! It feels like yesterday, standing diagonally in all white, white socks, white gloves. LMAO! Today, I have 2 left feet 😆
Back to the matter ➡ – our activeness in a great sense made us good children. Peer pressure didn’t move us, neither did materialism and the need to have the latest gadgets. I see my 13yrs old sisters being all reluctant to certain opportunities and I ask myself “when I was 13, I didn’t… couldn’t even…”. We aimed at winning all the time. But here was the problem – it became so part of us, we didn’t see it as routine. We felt freely obliged.
But our teachers and directors, they loved us, more of what we did and where we happened to be. We weren’t told that reading the Bible back to back and reciting all the books was FOR US.
Psalm 119:24 : “thy testimonies are my delight and my counsellors.”
To us, we just wanted to win, and make friends. If we were told we needed to know the verses and meditate on them FOR OURSELVES, we would’ve probably been a little more cautious.
Mummy kept saying it, we only needed it resounded in Sunday School.
We only need to summon up that in the early years of the church, believers met in homes where they would not be discovered due to persecution. The teachings to children was the job of parents and that was done in the home. Unfortunately, it is no longer priority in our homes; many parents leave this practice to Sunday School teachers because “it is their job”.
What is taught in Sunday School should only be a supplement to what is taught at home. Is it not ideal for the church and the family to work together in the faith as being on top of the list of the agencies of socialization?
We turned out pretty well, my twin brother and I, at least well enough for Mummy to be proud.
What if we had learned to stay in church for our own selves and not because we had nowhere else to be?
What if our activeness in church was because we loved the idea of God and grew up to love who He is to us?