Memories come and go. I had flashback in my devotion today as I read this verse:
Luke 13:1 On a Sabbath Jesus was teaching in one of the synagoges......
How about that? Think having Jesus nowadays as our teacher? And then my mind went backwards in my childhood days. I had many teachers in my life like each and everyone of us. But some definitely leaved a mark in our lives. Teachers that touched our hearts in one way or another.
I remember, I was in grade two then and our religion teacher gave us a quiz to answer. The questions came from the bible. And the one who will get the highest score will receive a prize. Believe me, for one like me who haven't received any prize or gift at all in my eight years of life, that was huge. After the quiz and the teacher announced my name as the one who got the highest score and will get the prize, my world suddenly became very colorful. Then everyone noticed me not because of my old clothes and my appearance, but because I proved to them that at least I was a diligent student. If they only knew that the only book we had at home was the New Testament and I read it many times and that is why I know all the stories in it. And the prize was one pad paper and a ballpen. My, oh my, when my teacher gave those things to me, I felt that she had given me a treasure. But, soon enough I have to use that treasure to write and write on. But I can't forget my teacher. I thought she was an angel sent by God to me.
When I was in third grade and since I love to read, I always borrow books in our school library and got to know the librarian. She knows how badly our situation was and she told me that if I want I can live with her family and she can pay for my school expenses. But in return I will help her with the household chores and everything in the house. I really wanted to finish a degree one day and be something . I asked my mother, but she told me that I have to decide for myself. But seeing all the chores to do in her house, I did not accept her offer because I felt that I will be a prisoner in her house doing this and doing that and won't have any time to read or play outside the sun. I don't know if I hurt her feelings, but she was not so friendly to me after that. But, I still remember her.
As I grow up, I learned a lot not only from teachers, but from all the people that God sent into my path along the way. Learned things that I shoudn't have done and things that I should have done.
Then I realized whether we like it or not,we actually are all teachers. As parents, we were the first teachers of our children.
My mother was my first teacher. She teached me how to write my name before I started the first grade in school. I was so proud of myself when I finally can write my name on paper.
Then after many years, it was my turn to teach my children. Teach them what I also learned that I think was right. They also learned from me behavior or traits that formed them as they are today.
But what kind of teachers are we?
How we behaved at home, outside our homes, with friends, with co/workers can inspires others to do both good or bad.
Jesus showed us what kind of teacher we should be. Wise, righteous,
compassionate, but teach with authority. He showed everything by what he did and how he treated others.