I was having a conversation this morning that inspired my thinking for the day and inspired this post. I was talking to another man about teaching teenagers. At times it can be one of the most incredibly frustrating jobs in the world. Teens get bored easily, they lose interest quickly and they are often in their own little worlds. Having worked with teenagers my entire ministry I have seen my share of failed lessons and disinterested kids.
Then I replay my life. I will be honest, I have had some great teachers through the years, from elementary to college I have been truly blessed. With that said, I can barely remember anything they taught me. I remember a line here and there from a lesson they taught, but most of the information has been lost. What I remember from each of my teachers is their life. While I cannot tell you the exact lessons my teachers shared with me I can tell you several things about each of those teacher’s personal lives. I can tell you that some of them knew the Bible very well, others had huge hearts, some were extremely talented and many were just normal people who loved Jesus.
I spend a lot of hours worried about my sermons and studying for my lessons and most of the material will be quickly forgotten. Often I encounter people who will not teach because they do not know enough. I think that most people miss the most obvious part of teaching. The message is inseparable from the messenger.
At the end of the day I remember one thing from all of my Christian education. I remember the people who touched my life. I remember YOU.
That leads me to two thoughts. First, thanks to all of you who give your time. You have made an impression on me and countless others. Second, who will remember you? Who will be thankful that you took the time to share your life? Often a poor lessen delivered with an open and honest heart is the best lesson in the long run.