The Sunday School gift

When I was just about to turn 20, I went home on leave from the military and had my last Christian Science Sunday School class with my favorite teacher. Mr. D. was a businessman and dad—he had a son named Bruce, and we got along great from our first class together when I was in high school. At the end of that last class with Mr. D., he said he “expected great things” from me and challenged me to become a Sunday School teacher and church member. 

Just as I was about to leave, he handed me a slip of paper. He mentioned that I might want to consider taking Christian Science class instruction and wrote down the name of a teacher with whom I could talk about it. I stuffed the piece of paper in my wallet and really didn’t pay much attention to it, except I did read the name he had written down.

My 24/7 pastor
October 7, 2013

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