From time to time, my deacon friend and neighbor Earl invites me to teach his “old men’s Sunday School class.” There must be 20 or 25 gentlemen–many of them friends of mine since the early 1970s, all of them retirement age or better–sitting around a conference table and along the wall. This time, I’ll be teaching the lesson the Sunday before Christmas. I’m excited.
It’s good for a pastor to sit in a room with a small group of people who listen to his Scriptural explanations, then ask questions. Some will challenge you, others will interject a story. One thing leads to another and you, the pastor, find yourself exhilarated when the class period ends and everyone is departing for the worship service.
This did you good.
In one church I served, the teacher of the older men’s class would periodically invite me to substitute for him. He always had this bit of advice/preparation: Joe, all you need is one question; they’ll take it from there.