Posted in April – repost?
I was in Sunday school and reprimanded by the teacher. We were to draw a picture of what we thought God looked like. Most kids drew a long haired Mediterranean looking dude. Some drew a picture of a man sitting on a throne with a crown and angels all around.
I imagined God must be like nothing the human eye has every seen so I made Him different.
He had four eyes – two on His face and two on the back of His head. I gave Him three or maybe it was four arms. I colored Him mostly purple with other rainbow colors for His hair and clothes. I loved my masterpiece and was so proud. I could hardly wait till it would be my turn to explain my picture.
We were to hand them into the teacher and she was to pick them in random order and display for the class to see. When she got to mine, she crumpled it up and had me stand with my face in the corner until I was picked up from class.
I remember trying to hold the hot tears back. I remember hearing sneers from some of the other boys and whispers as well as giggles from the girls. I was heated that I was not given a chance to explain what I thought was a brilliant interpretation of what God may look like then and still think it had such vision. Why wasn’t I even given the chance to explain it?
My father came to pick me up which was a rarity as he worked most Sundays. He saw me in the corner and the teacher tried to explain away my disrespect, but instead he firmly called my name and said let’s go.
On the way out of the room, I gently reached into that garbage can and took my drawing out. I tried my best to get rid of the wrinkles caused by that insensitive teacher.
She thought she was teaching me a lesson. If only she would have let me explain, she would have been the one learning.
I explained it to my dad as he lovingly responded with oos and ahs saying how creative and contemplative I was.
The extra eyes were there because I heard moms say : I have eyes on the back of my head so don’t try getting away with anything. If God created moms all-knowing, well, He must be needing those.
I gave Him extra arms because I had observed moms having their hands full with kids in tow. Surely if they could use some extra help, God must have more to be able to hold the whole world in His hands as the song sang.
I colored Him in bright, bold colors because that insensitive teacher was probably the one who had taught me that God had never be seen. Well, if He has never been seen and is the creator of all things lovely, He must be the most beautiful thus all the rainbow colors.
“And He who sat there had the appearance of jasper and carnelian, and around the throne was a rainbow that had the appearance of an emerald.” Revelation 4.3
The moral of the story is this: seek to understand. And please, please, please give the benefit of the doubt to another especially a child.
Sadly, that was the last Sunday school class I ever attended for a very long time. Teachers, take care of how you treat those you are instruct. I would never want someone not to return to class because of how I treated them. Make sure that is never you.
“Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly” James 3:1
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