FlusteredPosted: May 31, 2011 Filed under: Pilgrim's Progress 2 Comments
On Saturday a friend asked me to substitute for her Sunday school class the following day. It was very last-minute, which was good because it minimized the time I had to stress about it.
See, the last time I taught a lesson in church was for the Sunbeam class (3-4 years old) about ten years ago.
I’m not a good teacher.
Despite preparation I was overwhelmingly nervous. And a little panicked. I apologized at the beginning of class, saying I’d never really taught before and didn’t know much about teaching. Without meaning to I rushed through the lesson. I was so afraid that the class members would think I was an idiot. Did I mention it was the 16-year-old girls? They were so sweet and kind.
I wasn’t sweet or kind. I was just flustered.