I recently started attending this teacher training class at Visio Dei. In case you happen to be unaware of Visio Dei, it is a new church community in Raleigh. I use the term new very loosely because it is not really all that new. It would be more appropriately named The Church Community Formerly Known as Hungry Which Used to Be a Part of Hope Community Church, or TCCFKaHWUtBaPoHCC, but that doesn't really flow and the acronym was a bit obtrusive.

So, anyway one of the pastors at Visio Dei started teaching this "How To" class on teaching. Honestly, I had very low expectations coming into the class. I am not sure why that is other than the fact that I tend to keep my expectations down for most things in life. That way I don't leave much room for disappointment. I have to say though that I have been pleasantly surprised by the class, thus far. I probably learned more in the second class than I had ever learned about preparing for and communicating a message.

As I sat there, I started to feel something, something odd. It was kind of like that part at the end of The Grinch that Stole Christmas. You know, the part where the Grinch feels all weird inside because his "heart grew three times that day". It was something that I was not used to feeling. I was excited. I was excited about teaching. I was excited about the potential I have to communicate God's love, God's passion, and God's grace to people.

You should know, it is extremely difficult for me to admit that I am excited about teaching God's word. It goes back to the whole not getting expectations up thing. If I admit to myself, and others, that I really want to do something, and it does not work out, it leaves room for that disappointment that I subconciously, and if I am truly honest, sometimes conciously, attempt to avoid. So, I am putting it out there. I am admitting it. I want to be a teacher.

I don't even know what that means, but I'll keep you posted. In the mean time, I could use your help. I am not so good with what you might call "follow through". If you see me, talk to me, or email, ask me about my becoming a teacher. Ask me what I am doing to move where I feel God is telling me to move. Don't let me blow you off. Don't except lame excuses.

Push me. Please.

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