Sunday School teachers, like every other sort of teacher, are not supposed to have favorites.<\/p>\n
They are supposed to love all their students equally.<\/p>\n
And I do, I think, love them all equally–but there are some students that I enjoy<\/i> more than others.<\/p>\n
One in particular, may well be my favorite. <\/p>\n
I call him my eight-going-on-eighty farmer.<\/p>\n
There is never a lack for conversational topics with this kid, since all I have to do is ask him about what’s going on around the farm. He’ll be pleased to tell me about ‘nhydrous or bean or corn farming.<\/p>\n
At the beginning of this fall session of Sunday School, while the students were filing in to class the first day, I asked the students what their favorite part of the summer was. <\/p>\n
Most of the students responded with stories of celebrations or vacations. This student answered matter-of-factly: “Irrigatin'” Then he described the satisfying feeling of cracking open a pod of soybeans and squishing out the beans.<\/p>\n
When prayer time rolled around last week, most of the students had typical children’s requests: Owies and family members who are sick and the like. This student wanted prayers for the harvest–and then for rain.<\/p>\n
Yes, Sunday School teachers aren’t supposed to have favorites–but sometimes I forget in the sheer joy of teaching this particular student.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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