Faye Sizemore

THE NEW SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHER

“Our Sunday school class needs a teacher”
The news was given out after the sermon
By their fine preacher
“One that will go by the rule
Needed for the adult class
Those I have asked, all said they would pass
So I’m asking you to pray
As their attendance is dwindling each day”

Duncan bowed his head
And prayed as hard as he could
When the prayer for the teacher was read
Later that night in bed
Duncan remembered the prayer for the teacher
And thought it deserved another prayer said
He prayed as hard as any preacher.
And when he opened his eyes,
He beheld a strange sight
His bedroom was filled with a glowing light
Causing Duncan’s wife to cry out with a fright

“Duncan” a voice said
Making Duncan cower down in the bed
“I want you to teach that Sunday school class”
By then Duncan knew it was the voice of his Lord
Taking a deep breath in a trembling voice, he said
“Lord, I’m not the one; I’d have them all bored
I’m not educated, just a plain farming man”
“Duncan” the voice said “you are schooled in my ways
And I know you’ve been faithful all of your days
I’d never steer you wrong
I want you to go teach that class where you belong’

Duncan bowed his head
Looked down at his work worn hands
And this is what he said
“Lord, I’ve always trusted you
Next Sunday we’ll see what I can do”
Well, Duncan went and taught that class with no trouble
And would you believe, in a month the attendance was double…