|From the 1980 Petit Jean.|
Mrs. Lois Lawson, my 3rd grade teacher, went home to be with the Lord on November 1st. If you have ever felt completely loved by a teacher, then you already know the kind of person she was.
Here’s a reprint of something I wrote a few years ago …
Our teacher, Mrs. Lawson, announced to our class that we would be memorizing First Corinthians 13, the chapter on love. It seemed daunting. A whole chapter? All of those verses sticking in our brains and then coming out of our mouths?
She opened up her big black Bible to the book of First Corinthians. She said, “Now, boys and girls, I want you to know that I am a very clean person. I wash my hands every day. But look at this page in my Bible.” She held it up for everyone to see. “I have read from First Corinthians 13 so many times that the oils from my hands have turned the page yellow.”
She was right. The double-columned page with tiny black print was dingy and yellow. It was kind of cool and gross all at the same time.
And so we began to memorize the chapter, a verse or so each day. Mrs. Lawson would read a phrase from her King James Version Bible (always substituting the word “love” for the KJV word “charity”), and we would repeat it back to her as a class.
“Rejoiceth not in iniquity,” she would read.
“Rejoiceth not in iniquity,” we would respond.
After we had learned all the verses, we quoted it as a group for the rest of the elementary school at a Friday assembly. I don’t think anyone clapped afterward, but they should have. It was a sight to behold.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not love, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
I still remember most of it today.
Thank you, Mrs. Lawson.