TEACHERS OF MY CHILDREN
or three times a week I trust you with my most prized jewels, and
those two or three times a week, you live up to that trust and return
them to me-though not quite the same. Somehow you manage to take
them and gradually, week by week, polish them to make them shine
a little more than I sometimes think possible. That, or you are
patient and wise enough to see the potential for riches in what
others may see as only rough ore.
I know you spend much unnoticed time in preparation to teach my
children about Jesus. Ive seen the literally hundreds of objects
they bring home to remind them of your object lessons. You always
win when I prematurely suggest discarding certain Bible class memorabilia.
Much of it has a lot of your TLC, not to mention time and creativity,
saw a note one of you wrote to one of my children, challenging her
to be the great Christian leader and example you expect her to be.
You even promised to pray for my daughter and reminded her that
you are always there if she needs to talk. Thank you for the time,
the love, the prayers, the expectations and the support you devote
to my children. And thank you for being a constant reflection of
Jesus. They notice. And when they do, so do I.
resist the temptation to feel unappreciated. Youre not only
appreciated but needed
and not just by my children but by
me. And please dont underestimate your influence or your teaching
or me as a parent. My children echo much
of what you teach them, probably more then you think they hear.
In fact, they remember some of your stories and illustrations long
after they graduate to another class.
As a Bible class teacher, you give my children Christ and yourself
. You can't give a greater gift. And I can't give you enough thanks.
- - - - - SOWING THE SEED
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angel paused in his onward flight
With a seed of love and truth and right,
And said, Oh, where can this seed be sown
That it yield more fruit when fully grown?
whom can this precious seed be given
That it bear more fruit for earth and heaven?
The Saviour heard and said as He smiled
Place it at once in the heart of a child.
angel whispered the blessed truth
To a weary teacher of precious youth;
Her face grew bright with heavenly light
As she led their thought in the way of right.
you to all our Teachers. God bless!
are such humble things,
We would not serve to a guest,
And yet we serve them to our Lord
Who deserves the very best.
give to Him leftover time,
Stray minutes here and there.
Leftover cash we give to Him,
Such few coins as we can spare.
give our youth unto the world,
To hatred, lust and strife;
Then in declining years we give
To him the remnant of our life.