Life , God, truth– these are uncondensible. We try valiantly to stuff them into 45 minute Sunday school lessons, but it doesn’t work because life isn’t always simply black and white.,“Tommy shouldn’t have done that.” like the didactic story lessons. Sometimes life can be made to feel absolute for a time, like at summer camp, or a Christian retreat facility. But isn’t that lying? The re-committed victims come home and try to hold the feeling only to crash and burn eventually. All that to say that I feel guilty for teaching condensed milk lessons, but I don’t know what to do about it.
I can’t teach life. Sure, I can bring in real life stories, and try to broaden the focus of my topic, but ultimately I will always fail to unpack all aspects of a subject. I will often fail to bring out enough to apply to even most real world situations. It irks me even though I know I am not superhuman. It scares me be because I don’t want always to teach to a single end, or through a single lens like the teachers that frustrate me. I want to pull in multiple angles, explain and express them well, and finally to present a choice, as my favorite teachers have. I do not want to be like the ones screaming “This is the only true view!” as I shove my beliefs down students’ throats.
This is my conundrum. It takes longer to make great lessons, and inspiration doesn’t always come. Even when it does come I am never fully satisfied with the results. I will never reach perfection because I am a broken vessel, exceedingly imperfect. I know I should lighten up, but I don’t know if I can, because it’s human souls we’re talking about here. The best I can do is pray that God uses me in my brokenness to reach their hearts.