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But, what I did get about God's Holy Word was two major things in my life.
Myself, a Bible teacher, I get so frustrated when someone says, "Where is John?" I'm talking about women who have been in The Word for many, many years. But, it has made me ever so grateful for my 4/5th grade Sunday School teacher who made us learn the Books in order.
The other thing I learned from my childhood years at Sunday School was that Jesus was a miracle-producing God. Little did I know the impact those Bible "stories" would have on my life.
When I was 16, on Christmas Eve, my mother was in the hospital at death's door from Crohn's Disease. The doctor's had told us she would not live through the night. My family went to the Christmas Eve candle-light service. The whole church was crying. Crying because Mary Lou was dying. Even our beloved Pastor Dietrich was weeping.
I was weeping too, but not for the same reason. I was a gasped at the thought that my church family didn't believe Mommy would not die - Don't they believe in miracles?!
Well, I sure did! And I prayed accordingly that Christmas Even night. All the Sunday School Bible "stories" of Jesus' miracles caused faith to abound in my young heart.
And God was faithful. He produced another miracle that Christmas Eve night. As we arrived home from church, the phone was ringing. It was the hospital saying, "We have no idea what happened, but Mary Lou took a turn for the better and she won't be dying tonight." She went on to live three more years until I was 19. My mom got to see me graduate high school, meet Joe, and be a part of the beginnings of my "adult" life.
Years later, those same old Bible "stories" I heard as a child produced dunamis (dynamite) power in my life.
When my youngest son, Andrew James, was 17 months old, he dropped dead in my dinning room as he walked across the room. LONG STORY short: another miracle happened that day.
Jesus raised Andrew from the dead.
When the ambulance didn't arrive, I finally lifted up Andrew's lifeless body toward Heaven and commanded three times: In the Name of Jesus Christ, be healed! (I'm in the process of writing out that whole story now, which includes Andrew's testimony of Heaven.) Andrew's dead body came back to life.
Where did the faith for me to do that come from?
That was the question of my heart - for a long time afterward.
(At this point, Joe and I were born again. I was in the process of being healed, delivered, and starting to thrive as a brand new human being. I diligently studied The Word of God, that I had so longed to understand as a youngster.)
But, I needed to know where the faith for such a powerful miracle to manifest came from. The gift of faith, the working of miracles, and the gift of healing were all in play at that one moment in time to raise Andrew from the dead. Where, Dear God, did my faith for it come from?
Years later, The Holy Spirit spoke the answer to my heart. Two words = Sunday School.
So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God. ~ Romans 10:17
Many years ago, I hand wrote: Expect a Miracle! at the top of every page in my Bible.
And I still expect...
...All because of dedicated Sunday School teachers from my childhood.
So, this post is dedicated to Sunday School teachers all over the world. Thank you for persevering in a most-of-the-time thankless job that you volunteer to do! Thank you for teaching our children and grandchildren about Jesus Christ. Thank you for persevering when you don't necessarily see the fruit of your labors! I assure you this: Someday, even if it is not until that young child becomes an adult, the fruit of the seeds of God's Love, Character, and Word that you sow will be made manifest. When they need it the most, the "stories" of Jesus will be as real to them as walking on water was to Peter. And all to your credit!
On the day I walk through Heaven's Gate, I will personally thank all my Sunday School teachers that I had over the years. For they truly were the foundation of my faith-filled life and the developer of my love for God's Holy Word. The legacy of their teaching gift has been passed on to me and for that I am humbly grateful.
God bless Sunday School teachers! PLEASE feel free to copy this post and give out to your church's SS teachers to show your appreciation to them.
Because of Him and Unto Him,
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