Sunday, 16 December 2007
No, I'm not a parent. By the title, I mean my Sunday School class. I've helped out teaching different Sunday School classes for the past few years, and done things like leading day camp groups, but this is the first year I can officially call a Sunday School class mine. First graders rock! Unfortunately, Evan isn't in this picture - he wasn't there that day. Seated left to right around the table, we have Isaiah, Tyler, Esther, Rachel, Eli, and Keagan. I love those kids!
Isaiah, though being only six years old, is quite knowledgeable in theological matters, already. It came up in class discussion one day that "God will save you". I clarified that that didn't mean you would never get hurt. Sometimes really bad, really scary things happen, and God doesn't promise you'll be okay. Isaiah picked it up from there and explained that what God saved us from was "having to jump into the lava", and how He did it - Jesus' death and resurrection. We can discuss how literally the metaphor of the fiery, lava-filled pit should be taken, but it was really refreshing to hear someone understand that Jesus is not all about life enhancement, but about a loophole in the scheme of divine justice. Sure, Jesus is concerned about this life, but in the end, eternity is going to hugely outweigh whatever happens in this life.
Not all of our class discussions are of that magnitude of course. Let me close with a quote from one of the less substantial conversations:
Tyler: Maybe the battery will work if you lick it.
Class: Yeah! Lick it! Lick it!
Me: No, I'm not going to lick a battery!
Class: Lick it! Lick it!
Tyler: I'll lick it for you.
(In case you were wondering, no, I do not allow battery-licking in my classroom.)