For my eleventh birthday I received the bed of my dreams. We were building a new house in the suburbs, and my parents took us downtown Indianapolis to Brown’s Furniture where a good friend and future neighbor was the manager and would give us a good deal. I can still remember sitting at the foot of the white canopy bed with rosebud decals, dreaming that it would be mine while the rest of my family wandered around the store choosing I-don’t-remember-what.
I teach fourth to sixth graders in Sunday school. Most of them come from Christian homes. They go to Awana; they can recite the books of the Bible and lots of verses (although they are a bit fuzzy on where those verses are found). When I taught about Saul chasing David, one of my boys had watched the video and told the whole story for me. But I’m not at all sure they could tell me who came first: Abraham, Moses or David. Did those guys live before or after Jesus? When were Isaiah and Jeremiah around? Daniel kind of floats through the history of their minds in a perpetual lion’s den. And Esther falls somewhere between Aurora and Princess Jasmine.
I have often reviewed books on this blog. Today I would like to review a Sunday school curriculum. Maybe “rave” is a better word; I’m that enthusiastic.
When our new pastor asked me to “give leadership to our elementary and pre-school Sunday school program,” it seemed to fit my passion for grounding kids in a strong relationship with the Lord that would make a difference for the rest of their lives. It wasn’t until I said yes that I learned that VBS and summer camp were involved as well as the scholarship committee for our graduating seniors. And then Pastor announced that he thought we needed a new curriculum. (Actually he thought we could write our own, but he was going to have to find a new CE director if he wanted to do that.)
The TV has been on a lot at our house this week. Ever since Peggy Fleming skated away with the gold medal at Innsbruck, I have loved the Olympics. Maybe it’s sappy; maybe there are cheats; but I love the emotional high of athletes who have focused and trained literally for years, testing their skills against the best in the world. I love seeing records teeter and fall daily as adrenaline shifts everyone into high gear.
LeAnne Hardy has lived in six countries on four continents. Her books come out of her cross-cultural experiences and her passion to use story to convey spiritual truths in a form that will permeate lives.