‘Twas the night before Sunday school when all through the house,
not a person was anxious, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by little dresses with care,
tiny shirts sat pressed for little boys to soon wear.
The children so peacefully nestled in bed,
while visions of Jesus danced in their heads.
And Mama in her PJs and Dad on his back,
even they were looking forward to tomorrow’s big trek.
When suddenly the phone started ringing real loud,
I sprang from my bed, my head still in a cloud.
I rushed down the hall, tripped over some toys,
thought some harsh words to myself, “I’ll speak to those boys!”
I finally reached the phone, slightly out of my breath,
answered “Hello!” really quickly, annoyed half to death.
When what to my weary ears should I hear, but….
Sunday school’s off…We’ve no teachers this year.
So shocked, I stood silent, so sadly I quivered.
“But…my children, my babies”… My speech I delivered.
“I’m sorry, dear sir, but we’ve tried all we could
But not enough will help us, though… If only they would.”"But what of the older and what of the new?”
Have you tried all the members? Just what shall we do?”
“We’ve made lots of calls, we’ve asked all so nice.
We’ve begged and we’ve pleaded…They still said, ‘No dice.’ ”
“But what about Andrew or Sally or Paul?
Did you think, my dear friend, upon those names to call?”
“We’ve thought long and hard and on those names we prayed.”
“And I wonder, my friend, has your decision been made?”
“Oh! I sure meant to call; you were at the top of my list.”
“But with soccer and softball, I’ve no time for this!”
“It is with you as it is now with all.”
“God’s work takes last place, no time for ‘God’s ball.”
“That’s not what I meant!”
“But that’s what you said!”
“What’s wrong with my thinking, what is it I dread?”
“OK, now you’ve got me, I’ll help just this month.”
“Do you have the materials?”
“Oh yes…I’ve got a bunch!”
I hung up the phone, slightly anxious, a little weary,
Could God really use me and my talents? How scary!
But the more that I pondered, and the more that I thought,
The more I felt needed, and God’s love I still sought.
So, On Adam! On Eve! On Noah and Moses!
On David! On Ruth! On Mary and Joseph!
What a joy to share, a real blessing ’twill be,
giving back to these children what was given to me!
I rested so peacefully, knowing I’d done what’s right.
So, Happy Sunday school to all and to all a good night!
-Pat Lynch Fredericksburg, Virginia
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