Thank God for Sunday School Teachers!

 I was in 10th grade when I first learned about the Protestant Reformation, attending a Catholic school.  I was probably the only student listening, the only one who cared.  I liked this Martin Luther guy, and I totally agreed with him that everyone should be allowed to own and read their own Bible.  I started on that day reading the Bible daily.  How could I not be interested in this book that was once banned?  My friends thought I was crazy.  I remember telling one friend that I wouldn't call any priest, "Father" because the Bible says not to call anyone "Father", because " . . . you have one father, and He is in Heaven."  ( Matt. 23:9)  My friend just flipped her hair and told me I was taking all this too seriously. Too seriously??!?  I don't think it's even possible to take the eternal God who created you . . . AND THE WHOLE WORLD  too seriously.  I wasn't a theologian, but I had been to Sunday School.  My wonderful teachers (Mr. and Mrs. Smith), taught me that God didn't have parents.  That may seem elementary, but as a 4th grader, that blew my mind.  (It still does.)  I mean, as a kid, your parents are your life.  If they won't drive you somewhere, you're not going.  They choose when you eat, where you live . . . everything.  So, thanks to those faithful Sunday School teachers, I knew enough about God to know that He is special.  You can't be flippant about God.  You can't take Him too seriously.  Knowing that one thing about God was enough to set my life on a completely different course.  My faithful Sunday School teachers changed the trajectory of my life.  I still thank God for Mr. and Mrs. Smith whenever I think of His eternality.