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“I Used To Go To Sunday School There!”

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“I Used To Go To Sunday School There!”

It was cold! The outside temperature in South Bend, Indiana showed three degrees above zero. The snow was falling in big gentle flakes. There was already about eight inches of new and un-plowed snow on the street.

It was after two o’clock in the morning as I walked to my van from Bro. Victor Simon’s house. His wife, Sis. Helen Simon had called after midnight and said that her husband was in severe pain with a kidney stone. He wanted me to come and pray for him, and so I did.

The Simons were not just members of the church; they were pillars of the church as well. In their senior years, they were still very active. It pained us all to watch Bro. Simon suffer from this horrible condition.

I unlocked my custom-sized van as I came out of their house and stepped up onto the running board kicking the snow off of my shoes before getting in. The wiper blades removed the snow enough for me to see, as the engine started. I was only ten blocks or so from home, so the heater wouldn’t be of much help tonight.

There were no tire tracks in the new snow, so no one had been down this road in a long while. I pulled up to the first intersection, which was only about a half block away to make a left turn. That’s when I saw a hood-covered man walking under the street light with his head down.

It was miserably cold out. Not windy, just cold. I felt bad though, for anyone having to walk in deep snow. Besides, it was two in the morning and did I mention that it was cold outside?

I swung my van close to the curb, rolled my window down and asked him if he’d like a ride. He nodded and got in.

As I put the van in motion, I asked him where he needed to go, and he said, “just keep driving.”

His response and word choices just sounded wrong. I could tell that things were going to go bad very quickly. I smiled and said nothing. One block later he announced in gruff tones, “I’ve got a knife!”

The knife he brandished threateningly at me had a blade about eight inches long. It looked like a hunting knife at first.

After my initial glance at the knife, I looked back through the front windshield. And, as if nothing had just happened, I started talking.

“I’ve just come from the house of an old man who is a member of the church that I pastor. He’s in a lot of pain with kidney stones right now. He wanted me to pray for him because he believes God will heal him. That’s why I’m out here this time of night.” (By now, He had been in the van for about two blocks.)

“What church do you pastor?” The hood-covered figures asked.

“I pastor Christ Temple Apostolic Church on the corner of Elwood Avenue and Elmer Street.”

He paused a brief moment in thought and then said, “Pull over right here!”

I pulled the van to the curb. His hand was on the door handle as he half turned his hooded face toward me.

He began to speak in an apologetic tone. “When I was a little boy, I used to attend Sunday School there. That’s a good church, and those are some good people. Keep up the good work.”

With that, the mystery man got out of the van and closed the door. He was unwilling to talk anymore. Condemned by his own attempt to do wrong, and no doubt realizing how far from Sunday School truths he had fallen, he slipped into the night.

I drove on through the un-plowed snow, thanking God for his mercy, and for every Sunday School Teacher in our Church!

 

 

Written by Martyn Ballestero

March 11, 2018 at 6:56 am

6 Responses

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  1. I’ve have such a burden of late for backsliders. We never know who is considering a move to return to the Fathers House. I hope someday, the man of which you speak, will return to the church and that the Mercy of Jesus Christ come to his rescue for being mindful of a true Apostolic Preacher. Thanks for sharing.

    Mark McKineey

    March 11, 2018 at 9:17 am

  2. Thankful for the mercies of God and His protection on His children!!!

    Carlene

    March 11, 2018 at 9:06 pm

  3. Beautiful story of the protection of our faithful God! Thank you again Elder for sharing from your treasure trove of memorable events of a wonderful ministry!
    Bro. Dennis Morris

    Dennis Morris

    March 12, 2018 at 9:42 am

  4. God, always protect Brother Ballestero in his journeys as you did that night!

    Debbie Carpenter

    March 12, 2018 at 10:18 pm

  5. Time for tears

    Eric L. Garrett

    March 19, 2018 at 2:31 pm

  6. Wow!
    Thank God that His hand was with you!
    I teach Sunday school, and I feel both blessed and saddened by this story.
    On behalf of the man, I pray that God will have mercy on him.
    Please follow me back!
    Thank you, and God bless!
    – Becky

    freesundayschoollessonsforkids

    April 11, 2018 at 1:43 am


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