I took Sunday-school for granted.
That’s right, I said it mom and dad…
Being a pastor’s kid I grew up going to Sunday school every Sunday.
And when I say every Sunday I mean E V E R Y Sunday.
Literally unless my limbs were falling off my parents would drag me into Sunday school whether I was kicking and screaming or not.
I knew all the stories…
Jonah got swallowed by the big fish because he was being a punk.
God told the lions to be friends with Daniel.
Adam and Eve just haaaad to eat the fruit and listen to the snake.
Noah was quite the sailor… etc. etc. etc.
And if I were being honest, after the 20th time hearing these stories, I was bored by them.
I thought it was understood that everyone knew them.
Obviously as a somewhat-adult, I now know that a large portion of the planet doesn’t know these stories… But I don’t know that this became very real to me until last night.
Every Tuesday night we open our doors to the refugee kids in our community and invite them over to sing some worship songs and listen to a Bible story.
Last night our story was about Noah and the ark.
I wish you guys could’ve seen the faces on the kids when my roommate explained the insane series of events that happened to Noah,
From all the animals getting onto a huge boat, to explaining to them what it would look like for God to flood the entire planet.
One of the kids pointed to the globe we have in our living room and asked if the entire thing would be blue, (I was super impressed by that visual)
Once we got to the end of the story and explained that God sent a rainbow as a promise, and that the world was eventually green again they seemed relieved to hear that God has kept His promises, not just the one about the flood, but all of them.
…as the night came to a close I realized a few things.
First, I was so thankful that I got to experience some of the kids hearing this story for the first time.
Second, I was thankful that some of the kids had heard the story before.
And third, that there was still something to learn from this story, even though a younger me would swear that it was the same every time I heard it.
Which brings me to my past week…
I got home from a short trip to Alabama last week to my apartment being, for lack of a better word, broken.
My AC was out, my hot water was out, and my sink was broken.
Not to mention, I was finishing up a few classes in school, work has been hard lately, and every time I turn around it feels like I am either hearing about a bill or actually receiving one…
But I think my breaking point was a few nights ago when I felt like my head was about to explode so I, naturally, decided to eat some hummus… and as I grabbed the bag of pita chips out of my pantry it occurred to me that mice had broken into my brand new unopened bag of pita chips and eaten them.
As I sat on my kitchen floor with my crumpled up and mutilated bag of pita chips, I knew I was coming to the end of my rope.
I AM FULLY AWARE THAT THEY ARE JUST CHIPS AND I WAS BEING DRAMATIC but I had a bad week, okay?
I am memorizing some of Luke 12.
“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat, not about your body, what you will put on.
For life is more than food, and the body more than clothing.
Consider the ravens, they neither sow not reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them.
Of how much more value are you than the birds!
And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?
If then you are not able to do as small a thing as that, why are you anxious about the rest?
Consider the lilies, how they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass, which is alive in the field today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, o you of little faith!
Do not seek what you are to eat and what you are to drink, nor be worried.
For all the nations of the world seek after these, and your Father knows that you need them.
Instead, seek His kingdom, and these things will be added to you. “
(be careful what you memorize from God word… He’s likely to teach you something)
Everyone has days were the “mice eat your pita chips”.
But God is still good.
He is the same today, as he was when he painted the first rainbow in the sky.
He has promised to be with us, even when our apartment is broken,
And he keeps his promises… Just ask Noah.
Thanks for dealing with my scatterbrained thoughts,
Thanks to you guys that are supporting me through this journey.
To the Ends of the Earth