Mom taught our 3rd or 4th grade Wednesday night Bible class. She prepared for the class like crazy, planning craft activities, flannel board stories, memory verse posters, and film strip lessons. You name it, she did it. She even wrote weekly letters and mailed them to us. (Most of our parents were connected to Harding College, so the correspondence traveled through Campus Mail for free.) One of Mom’s letters was written backwards, like a passage from Leonardo da Vinci’s notebook, so we had to hold it up to a mirror to read it. That was kind of cool.
Later in the year, on a summer Wednesday night, Mom piled all of us into a couple of cars and took us over to her co-teacher’s house. At the door, the robed co-teacher told us she was Lydia, seller of purple. Inside the home, the women served us a Bible meal—okay the lentils weren’t so hot—and taught us the story of Lydia from a first-person perspective. It was an awesome night.
Can you imagine breaking out of Bible class for a field trip? The freedom of that?
|Fulltime mom, part-time Bible class teacher.|
Of course, from a completely objective point of view, Mom was my favorite Bible class teacher. With that said, here are some folks who would get an honorable mention nod:
* Coach Larry Richmond (5th or 6th grade boys-only) … kept class fun with Bible bowls and quizzes.
* Mr. Bob Alexander (9th grade) … captured our attention with lessons about “preparing for adolescence.”
* Mr. Ben Berry and Dr. Bill White (11th grade) … with engaging personalities, they showed us that the Bible was relevant.
Who would you nominate?