Several years ago, I began teaching ladies’ Bible study first in my church and then as a community group, as I’ve told you before. Not long after I began the community study, I was chatting with a member of the group. I don’t remember the exact context of our conversation, but I do remember her saying to me in regard to the Monday night study that it may well be something the Lord would have me start only to pass it on to someone else.
I wish I could say I received her words as she intended them, as an encouragement and a release. She was reminding me it was the Lord’s work, not mine, one He may call me to raise up or lay (lie?) down or both.
My pride was wounded somewhat because I heard her say she didn’t view me as a necessary ingredient to the group. Hell-o, I’m not, but I didn’t really like being told as much.
Pride, I told you. Puffed up, self absorbed, it’s-all-about-me, shamefully shameless pride.
Turns out my friend was not only wise but right. Due to a variety of circumstances I ended up taking a long, unplanned (albeit necessary) hiatus from teaching Bible study. Though I missed it terribly, I knew it was something I had to lay (lie?) aside for a time. I learned many things during those eight long months out of the teacher’s chair, some of which I’ve chronicled here.
In regard to Bible study, I realized all over again what I knew to be true–that I am not indispensable, that it is the Lord’s work, not mine, and that He asks me to lay (lie?) everything before Him, to do with as He pleases.
So I no longer teach Monday night Bible study. My friend has picked up the mantle, leading a group on Tuesday nights instead. I cannot tell you the joy that brings me. My friend has all the necessary ingredients of a great teacher: humility, authenticity and a glad willingness, and I am so very happy we are partners in the ministry of the gospel!
As for me, I did return to teaching Bible study. No longer on Monday nights, but Wednesday mornings. Something I have always longed to do, really, but my loyalty and sense of responsibility to my Monday night girls kept me from it. Oh, it was good. Returning to what you love and what you feel called by God to do, saying yes to Him, it is like coming home.