A couple of weeks ago Brad, the girls and I went to visit a local church. It was our first time to attend and honestly we did not really even know where we were going. We found it…a bit late, but not as late as some others who kept coming in for the next hour or so.
We had worship and preaching then we broke off in groups for bible class. We took the girls to the kid class and I wound up staying because they were a little shy. The class started off in SiSwati, but turned to English too. We sang some songs and then the teacher (a man) started to review the story from the week previous.
The next thing I knew he was calling on me, as the only other grown-up in the room, to tell the bible story. Glad I knew that one! I was a little surprised and kind of laughing on the inside as I was telling the story, and wondering if anyone in the room besides my own children could understand what I was saying.
He went on talking after I was finished and not long after that a boy came in from another class down the hall. The teacher excused himself for a minute to help the boy and when he came back he told me there was a class down the hall that had no teacher. “Huh”, I thought as I just sat there and smiled. Then I got it. “Oh”, he was asking me to go be the teacher.
I agreed and started walking out of the room realizing I did not even know what class I was headed too or how old the kids were or anything else. I asked a few questions as I hurried out of the room and laughed to myself along the way.
The class was a teenage class. They told me they had been talking about Paul. I tried to do a little review by asking them to tell me what they had been learning, but they did not talk to me much. I finally got some answer that confused me and I went on talking about Paul…but really they had only got to the part about Saul. They were confused and I was confussed…and so I just decided we should read the bible.
I’m pretty sure the teens thought I was a moron. And just when they thought we were done with the story I asked if they sang songs. They sang one.
You have to keep in mind I have no idea how long this is to last. But I figured we could keep singing for as long as we needed to. And I did what any good teacher would do…I taought them a song. For those that know me you know I am NOT a song leader of any sort. But there I was. This crazy white lady teaching a song to a room full of teens who I could hardly get one word out of their mouth. They did actually sing some.
Then I realized there might have been some extra noise coming from outside the door. Could this mean we were done. Class was over? Why yes it did! I’m pretty sure we were all glad about that.
The moral of the lesson is: always be prepared to teach wherever you may go…at least in Africa.