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Showing posts with label Sunday School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunday School. Show all posts

Sunday, April 6, 2025

MINISTRY STORIES: Saved In Sunday School

My years of being on staff at the Cornerstone Church in Akron, Ohio, were some of the most fruitful and exciting days of my life!  Under the influence of Pastor Brenda Young – and her dynamic teaching and leading - this church had become a fast-growing, Spirit-filled, dynamic center for conversion and spiritual growth!

As hard as it is to believe, the foyer would pack with people before the three services that we offered. When the doors were opened, they would run to get the best seats and save them for their family or friends.  The anticipation and expectation were unbelievably high!  

The excitement was palpable as everyone waited for the worship team to begin playing.  The church had gathered and was ready to worship! The make-up of this congregation was 75% ‘first-time believers’!  I’ve never known a church like it! 

During each of the three worship services there were Sunday School options for all ages.  Many would attend Sunday School either before or after worship.  As Lead Associate Pastor, I had the privilege and responsibility for overseeing our adult, youth and children’s ministry leaders. Recruiting and training leaders was an on-going challenge!

As part of my role, I visited every class during each service.  During the first-of-three services I would do so quickly and then participate in worship.  During the other two services I could take more time and observe the classes before moving on.  This also gave me time to welcome and mingle with people arriving for the next service which became a productive time of relationship building.

One of our adult classes met in a small, odd-shaped room adjacent to the worship center. While the worship team was playing, it was often amusingly difficult for the teacher to be heard.  This class was led by one of our younger lay leaders. His name was Ron and he was a charming and engaging leader who also contributed – during periods – on the worship team as a remarkable drummer.

This class was largely made up of newer young and middle-aged couples who had begun attending Cornerstone.  One of the men was known to us all as ‘Skeeter’. He was a highly knowledgeable mechanic and had been attending with his wife for a couple of years.  One Sunday, at the end of the class as Ron was beginning to wrap things up, Skeeter asked Ron a question.

“Ron, I’ve been attending here for a long time now and I hear all this talk about ‘getting saved’.  Just what does it mean to ‘get saved’?”

Ron turned his attention to Skeeter while the rest of us remained silent and prayed.  He carefully and briefly explained the gospel to Skeeter and then asked him if he’d like to be saved right there.  Skeeter indicated that he would, so Ron led him in a prayer of confession and acceptance!  I hope you know how thrilled this class was!  It was SO EXCITING! 

Pastor Brenda always gave a benediction/send-off at the end of each service by raising her hands over the congregation and speaking words of challenge and encouragement. Skeeter immediately began responding to this by raising his own hands to ‘receive’ the good words that she was speaking. 

When questioned about it, he simply said that it was his way of receiving the blessing that the pastor was speaking over him.  It began to catch on until nearly every person in every service also started raising their hands to receive the blessing from Pastor Brenda. 

I haven’t been to Cornerstone in many years, but I often wonder if that’s still being practiced there today?  Maybe someone reading will let us know…


Sunday, January 29, 2012

CARL GEISSINGER

Carl Geissinger was a new convert.  He wanted to teach.  The Sunday School Superintendent at the New Brighton Free Methodist Church, Joe Douglas, had been instrumental in Carl's conversion.  He gave Carl a room about five feet wide and twenty feet deep that was under one of the church's stairways.  Then he told Carl, "If you can find some boys, you can teach them in that room."

It didn't take Carl long.  I was one of the boys. 

The room was wide enough for three folding chairs across.  The middle chair could only be put in place as the room filled up from the back.  Any fire marshall would have shut the class down in a heartbeat!

Carl was an enthusiastic teacher.  He was high on passion, though low on accuracy!  But he had a way of making Bible stories interesting for young boys.  Carl's class was FUN - he made us feel special!  Every Sunday, the room filled up!  And if a boy missed, Carl showed up at their door - if he knew where they lived.

I remember a Sunday when a boy returned after missing several Sundays.  Carl got all over his case for missing those classes.  The boy explained, "Mr. Carl, I couldn't come, I had holes in my shoes!"  Carl looked at the boy - incredulous!  Then he threw one leg up over the other knee and said, "That's no reason not to come to Sunday School, look at my shoe!"  Carl's shoe had two big holes through which we could all see his bare foot! 

The case was closed with lots of laughter! 

Within a few years Carl felt the Call of God on his life.  He entered the ministry and planted a Free Methodist church in Holly Hills, West Virginia.  It was a thriving church that saw many new converts and sent several persuasive individuals into the ministry! 

Remember, God values availability over ability!

Sunday, November 13, 2011

BETTY PAUGH

She was my first Sunday School teacher!  I loved her and my times in her room.  She was so animated!  She told us Bible stories with energy and excitement!  The flannel-graph board came to life every Sunday morning!

I owe her a debt of gratitude.  She ignited a passion for God in my young heart.  She initiated a love for the Bible that continues today.  Her influence was enormous.

While I was in her class, she married.  Her husband, Andy, was a big guy - kind of scary-looking to us.  He sat by the door in her classroom and helped to maintain attention.  She didn't need much help.

She's still serving today - at 92 years of age - in the same church, the New Brighton Free Methodist Church!  She greets on Sunday mornings and passes bulletins. 

Thank you, Betty!  Your influence has held throughout 59 years of my life!  I still love Jesus;  and I still love His Word. 

And when we both get to Heaven - I'll be hunting for your classroom!