Several years ago, after I had been attending a church for a while, the pastor’s wife was going to be gone and asked me to take her Sunday School class of three-year-olds. I readily agreed. She gave me all the material and told me that the lesson plan was all laid out for me. The night before (It’s always good to wait till the last minute, har har!), I started going through the material. The lesson was on The Demon Possessed Man from Mark 5. This curriculum was going through the book of Mark and just happened to be at this passage. Well, I was immediately uncomfortable about teaching this story to three-year-olds. One of the suggestions for teaching it was to get old clothes and a chain and go moaning about. I know that children need visuals, but I found that highly inappropriate. I think it might scare me if my teacher showed up like that!
Well, it was the night before so I prepared the lesson, making it as tame as I could. The next morning I was very nervous. Would you believe we had a visitor? The mom sat in the room with her three-year-old. With eyebrows raised, she didn’t make eye contact with me the entire time. I stumbled through the lesson showing the visuals that came with the curriculum and was so glad when it was over. The visiting family grabbed all their kids and ran to their car as soon as Sunday School was over, not even attending the worship service. To my knowledge I had never single-handedly run visitors off before! The worst part is that I really didn’t blame them. It’s times like this that I remind myself of God’s providence. He must have meant for them to show up for that lesson because His plan for them was to attend somewhere else. . . .