I’m sure that many who read this can immediately think of at least one person who guided them toward God when they were a child, but some do not have that person. A couple weeks ago I attended a Sunday school teacher meeting that was led by our very wise and inspirational director Marlin. She started the meeting by quizzing us. In the end she revealed her quiz was a tool to help us reflect on what an important role we play in the lives of the children at our church and to recognize that the mark we leave is much more memorable than what team has won the most World Series. As I sat there reflecting on those who shined God’s light on my life, I was touched to the point of tears.
I reflected on my past teachers, both at church and in school, on my mentors, friends, and family members who showed me the way to salvation. So often we forget to thank those who molded us into the Christ ambassadors we are today. What an honor it is to stand side by side with my fellow Sunday school teachers knowing that when little Micah or Anny are in their thirties they might remember what little piece of God I shared with them. You see, you may not get to see the seed you sowed grow into a sky-scraping redwood, but you do get the satisfaction of knowing that you planted that seed and it has a better chance of growing just being in the soil.
This season of Thanksgiving I have tried to take the opportunity to thank those who have sowed the Chelsea seed. They did not just throw me into the soil of the gospel to let me roll around in it on my own. They joyfully got their hands dirty along with me, sharing all they knew of God’s love, forgiveness, salvation, all of God’s character. Because they did that, even though I have had times of wandering, I always come back to where they led me…to the foot of Jesus.
Thank you to the woman who came to my house when I was only a child to teach my mom about the Bible. You planted a seed that has nourished my family ever since. I am forever grateful.
Please leave your notes of thanksgiving to the people in your life who planted a seed of faith in your heart. I’d love to hear (or read) your notes of thanks.