Remember me? I don’t think I’ve ever taken this long to return to writing on my blog. But I’ve been writing! Just not for you guys, and please accept my apologies.
One of my main job requirements is to write curriculum for the elementary Sunday School classes under my care. These past few years I’ve been coasting on rewrites of the five-year curriculum I wrote when I first started here. This summer we’ve decided to teach the children about the elements of worship, one each week for thirteen weeks. It’s a real education for me as well, since teaching is the best way to learn. I must wrestle with making some very abstract concepts into concrete lessons, because children think in pictures.
This week’s topic, the Prayer of Confession, is the hardest lesson I’ve ever written. (And I sure hope it stays that way.) But to talk to children about recognizing sin in general terms, to confess it to God in unison and accept forgiveness carries a huge responsibility. Children are all too willing to accept the burden of guilt for everything they see is wrong, even world issues. They think that because someone says it can be fixed, it’s up to them to fix it. We lay on them the burden of world peace, global warming, pandemics, you name it. Children today are under a huge amount of stress.
I wrote the lesson three times before I was somewhat satisfied. Given only a week’s time in which to produce it, I had to settle for a lesson that at least emphasized forgiveness. But it was a tangled path to reach it. I only pray that my message was also God’s. This is my prayer every week as I write: that they will hear of God’s acceptance, His pure loving grace for all, no matter what. It is the thread that ties all of my curriculum together.
(I've got a day or so to blog what I've been thinking about lately, so look for more soon.)