Something Missing (Part 1) - Michele Schlough
As a young child living in Montana, I remember my parents allowing me to go to Sunday school on the Air Force provided bus that came through our base housing area. I had wanted to go for a long time, but my father didn't believe in God, told my mother that we didn't need formal religious education; and we would decide for ourselves what to believe when we were old enough. I wanted to know more about God, Jesus and the Bible. I felt like I was missing something but wasn't quite sure what. Finally I went to Sunday school with my best friend. I learned all the stories and believed that God was somewhere out there. I taught Sunday school for Kindergarteners when I was a freshman in high school.
After Chuck and I were married in Germany, I went to the Base Chapel, but when I signed up to teach children's Sunday school, I was interviewed. One of the questions asked was whether or not I had been saved. I didn't know the meaning of the word as I had been going to Base Chapels since I started going to church and had never heard that term before. Sermons were always story-like about being good, about people and stories from the Bible. There was never an alter call or even a sermon about coming to know the Lord as a personal savior.
I had to tell them I had not been saved, but I had taught Sunday school before and I was very good with children. Unfortunately, no one at the base chapel took the time to explain to me what it really meant to accept the Lord personally. I continued to attend the chapel and thought I knew God as well as most. There was still something missing in my life, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
To be continued on Monday...
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me," - John 14:1 NRSV
Have you ever felt like something was missing? Where did you turn in that time?
God of Mystery,
You call us to communion with you.
Align our hearts to your good and gracious love.
Posted on Fri, February 26, 2016
by Micah James