A Letter From A Bible Class Teacher
I was given a guideline by one of our deacons to teach a Bible class. I knew this was a great opportunity for me. I love the Lord, and teaching became very important to me. Teaching is something I always wanted to do, but never had the courage to do it. I was afraid of failing, but I was determined to know what I believed and teach it to young hearts. So I spent many hours during the day and evening preparing myself to teach. I got the study sheets reay. I had all my visual aids colored and laminated. I re-read the Bible text for our lesson. I even practiced on my own children to see if I could do this right. I was ready for Sunday. I prayed to God to help me teach the truth of His Word. I came to class with what looked like a suitcase of material. I was confident in what I was about to do. I was anxious to see all the children that would be in my class. I waited and waited. No one came to class. Those who I thought would be there did not come. YOU were not there!