3d (edited) • Sunday Night Lessons
Week 1️⃣
I don’t remember not knowing Jesus. My mother started teaching me about Jesus before I could talk.
I was saved at church around age 8 or 9.
Jesus was responsible for that. Honorable mention goes to Pastor Boone and his family. And of course, my first Sunday school teacher. My mother. ❤️
“My church” was a Pentecostal church. Evangelical I guess is what it’s called. We spoke in tongues. I started going there in 3rd grade I think. This church played great music. The Boones teen son was the music guy. The pastor had an older daughter named Donna. She was my Sunday school teacher. Miss Donna gave me my first Bible. A tiny red New Testament. I still have it. My mom and dad gave me my first real Bible the following Christmas. It was the Old and New Testament! I still have it too.
My church was quiet and lovely and at other times it was fire and brimstone. We all had the “Holy Ghost” in that church. Children and adults alike. I really loved that church and everyone there. It was a tiny church, five rooms or so.
I went to that church twice on Sunday and every Wednesday and even on one other day of the week for Missionettes.
I spent a lot of time praying during services asking God to help my dad. My dad was struggling emotionally all of my childhood. During these early years he would quiz me every time I came home from church about what I had learned. He was a new Christian back in the early 1970’s. I didn’t know it at the time, but I guess he was the first person I taught Sunday school to.
We moved from that place when I was twelve years old. We moved right after my sixth grade year. We moved almost 2000 miles away. I felt lost.
After relocation I left the fellowship of a church for a long time. I grew up, married (a few times) and had several children who are now all grown.
During some of those years I spent some time teaching elementary age girls Sunday school at a baptist church I was attending. I enjoyed it.
Years have passed and currently, I’m looking for another “my church”. We moved to the farm my husband grew up on recently. I have not found the right church here yet.
Here I am rattling about me instead of teaching a Bible lesson! 🤦♀️
Today’s Sunday Skool Lesson:
“Hungry for Home: When Longing Means Growth”
Longing for a “my church” is actually spiritual maturity.
A lot of people drift and don’t even notice. If you are longing, you are moving in the right direction! Feeling the absence. That’s not weakness, that’s hunger.
📖 Psalm 84:10 For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
That longing is God pulling you back into community, not just attendance, but belonging.
Are you hungry for fellowship with other Christians and don’t know how to find it? Make a list of all the churches that appeal to you in your area and pray about it. Read Gods word every day. Pray some more. It will happen for you. Believe it and long for it.
If like me, you haven’t found your church, I hope you feel some sense of community here. Please comment below if you need prayer about finding a church home.
If you don’t want a church building or can’t get to one, you are welcome to come here every week for Savage Sunday Skool!
May God keep you and bless you
Mrs. Savage
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