I've been reminded this week about the privileges of teaching. This term is a particularly stressful one with reports, and schemes of work to finish, and stuff to put in place for next year, jobs to find etc. It's easy to forget that we're actually there for the kids.
In the last week I've been able to:
- share communion with one of the girls I teach every day (she came to our church with a friend)
- teach my class about prayer, what it is and why we do it because the scheme of work said to
- spend snatched moments throughout the day praying for kids
It's hard these days - there are so many rules and regulations, ways to be PC, things to make sure you don't say in case anyone gets offended etc etc etc. Children could go through school never knowing much about who their teacher is and what they believe. In some ways, it really doesn't matter, it's the way we do things that shows them God, even if they/we don't realise it at the time. And it's those times we pray for them which really set things in place spiritually for their lives. But it's nice to have the opportunity to share more directly too, when kids ask or when they turn up at your church or when the RE curriculum allows it.