Waking up this Monday morning, I am ready to start a new week. There is something about Mondays being the first day of the work week and the feeling of having some time off over the weekend.
Yesterday I led my Sunday School class to discuss what it means to be a Christian. My goal for the lesson was to have people thinking about how their faith impacts how we live.
I first played this video to introduce the book I used for some of the discussion points by Scott Kelby.
The core of Scott’s book It’s a Jesus Thing is that he wanted people to know how much his faith has enriched his life and to share that with friends and family on the edges of Christianity.
I like how he explains how “Jesus spent most of His time here on earth trying to teach us how to get along with one another, live in peace together, take care of each other, and relate to God. In a new way.”
I think that Sundays are a time when I go to my church and especially my Sunday School class called “THINK” and study Jesus and get the thoughts of others and how they view what he was teaching us.
Yesterday I was reminded that God loves everyone. That is hard to take in when I find many unloving and even despicable people. The cool thing is that the creator of the universe loves me and wants the very best for me and everyone.
So that I would always feel welcome to talk to God, he gave me grace. This means there is nothing I can do that he is unwilling to forgive, and even before I ask for forgiveness, he gives it to me.
Now that is the kind of friend everyone needs. Someone who knows I have done wrong but is willing to look past whatever I have done to have a relationship with me.
My grandfather, a Baptist minister, asked me one day why I was created. That was the only time I remember he talked one-on-one with me about God. He then told me about the scripture about why I was made.
During high school, I felt God’s call and thought I might be a pastor of a church. While studying social work, my plan to go to seminary, I discovered photojournalism. This was the first time I started to feel a passion for something. This was my spiritual gift from God that would need to be nurtured.
As I grew in the faith, I also started to see how we are all called and all given gifts. Our gifts are to be used in serving others.
After spending years learning how to capture people’s stories in the most authentic way possible–photojournalism- I began to share how to do this with others.
The central turning point in my life was receiving a phone call from Dennis Fahringer asking me to come and teach lighting to his School of Photography 1 students in Kona, Hawaii.
Hearing Hawaii alone was enough to get my bags packed. That first group of students was some of the most intelligent people I have ever encountered. My family came with me, and we were treated so wonderfully.
When you are raised in a family of faith over time, you start to understand how awesome it is to experience grace and how revolutionary of an idea it is when you receive it and, more importantly, begin to practice it yourself.
I say practice because only God can honestly give that kind of grace. I am too human, and people tick me off.
What grace has done for me is to care for my students. While I want them to learn the subject, I am there to teach; I have learned through the years that why we are there may not be the life lesson needed to be discovered.
Jim Veneman, a good friend, said one time that we may be here on this earth for God to have us on a street corner at a certain point in time to help someone with something he had planned.
Two people have impacted my world and the lives of many of my friends–Billy Graham and Truett Cathy.
What they both have in common is they both had a Sunday School teacher around the age of ten that took them under their wing and changed their lives.
Today you might not be the rock star or celebrity that is impacting the world, but you could be the person moving the next leader of a generation.
Remember how much God loves you today and respond by loving others by using your gifts today to serve.