It's a Privilege

It is such a privilege.

God has blessed me with not just a job, but, more importantly, a ministry.

Although, I will admit that some days it does feel more like a job than a ministry, but perhaps, on those days,  it is joy springing forth from  obedience and sacrifice that makes it worth the effort.

I became a teacher in order to serve at a missionary school. While it seemed like a long time in the making, God was in control. His timing was and will always continue to be perfect. Morrison was where God wanted my family.

Being a missionary school, weekly chapels are expected. While this weekly gathering isn't the sole factor in defining Morrison as a Christian community, it is one of the most obvious to non Christian families.

Our chapels vary. Sometimes the entire middle school and elementary classrooms join together to fill the auditorium with students, teachers, and parents. Other weeks, the middle school and elementary divide into separate chapels. I love these big chapels. There is nothing more exciting than to hear the voices of so many children joining together to praise and worship the Creator.

At other times, the number of participating classes is even smaller. The elementary will divide into a Kindergarten to 2nd grade or 3rd to 5th. This allows the chapel to be age appropriate with the truth presented in a more meaningful manner. 

It is in these smaller chapels that the classroom teachers take more responsibility.

Last Thursday, I had the privilege to lead a K2 chapel.

I don't know about Christian schools in America, but here at Morrison, our younger students LOVE to sing. Of course, who wouldn't love to sing Jesus, Your My Super Hero? or Hey, Jesus Loves Me?

In a previous chapel, I used chopsticks to help explain this year's school wide theme,  K2W (knowledge to wisdom), in a way six, seven, and eight year olds could understand. At least, that's what I hope happened! 

This chapel,  the second graders helped me retell the Biblical account of Moses going to Pharaoh asking for the release of God's people. Throughout all the horrible plagues, God continued to give Pharaoh a choice. Despite the suffering of his people, Pharaoh over and over again made foolish choices.

God also gives us choices.

Each and every day, we have the opportunity to make wise or foolish choices. While the consequences of our foolish choices may not result in rivers filled with blood or frogs hopping all over our bed and table, there are still consequences.

So I challenged the youngest of our students. Will you choose to make wise decisions that allows growth, or foolish decisions that continue to separate us from the love of God?

How about you?