Lela comes to Sunday School most weeks. She tells me that she likes Sunday School. We talk, there are snacks, we read, sometimes there are movies, plenty of stories, and occasionally coloring. While first grade has its advantages, Sunday School is different. She “likes how we’re kind of school but with more singing.” That’s good enough for me.
Last week we were talking about some of the miracles of Jesus, especially those he performed early in his ministry. Jesus, we decided, was much like a doctor, going from village to village to help people who were sick. We were looking at a picture of Jesus healing Simon Peter’s mother-in-law. Some of the things in the picture didn’t belong. Our job was to find the alarm clock, the sneakers, and headphone; all items that weren’t authentic to Jesus’ satchel. One by one we clicked the off. Lela has a good eye.
As Lela was coloring her sheet, she started to tell me something she learned in class (at regular school) earlier in the week. “I learned about a King who lived a long time ago who probably knew Jesus,” she said. This piqued my interest.
“What was his name?” I asked.
“I can’t say his name. It was King something,” she repeated while trying to sound out what she remembered of the name.
I thought I would try and help out. “Was it King Arthur, King George, King John?”
“No it wasn’t any of them,” I could tell she had it on the tip of her tongue. She was getting frustrated.
After a brief pause, she took a breath and said,
“It was King Luther.”
I think my heart stopped.
“Did you say King Luther?”
“Yes, King Luther. We learned all about him in Ms. Mary’s class at school. He was all the time helping people be nice to each other. I’m sure he and Jesus know each other, and they’re probably best friends.”
Yes, they do. Yes, they are.
I know they are hanging out together now.
Richard Lowell Bryant