At the end of a tiring and difficult term a young teacher went to church. Many had service sheets; the teacher just got out his school timetable and spread it out. A godly elder reported this to the pastor; the young teacher was summoned to the pastor’s office to explain his actions:
‘I’ve been working fifteen hours a day, as well as weekends through this past term. I’ve lived by this timetable.
When I see ‘English’ I remember the God of communication, books and the Bible; the ‘Word made flesh’ speaks and I listen.
When I see ‘Maths’ I remember the God who counts everything, even the hairs on my head; the God who balances the life’s equations, always knowing the unknown ‘x’.
When I see ‘Science’ I remember the God of biology – all of life on earth; of chemistry – the way things are made; of physics – our world’s energy and forces.
When I see ‘Geography’ I remember that God created the whole world – all countries, cultures and people; when I see ‘History’ I remember that God created time, knowing all that has happened.
When I see ‘PE’ I remember that God made my body and is concerned about my health and fitness. When I see ‘Art’, ‘Music’ or ‘Drama’ I remember that God is creative, enjoying beauty that can be seen and heard.
When I see ‘School’ I remember that God gave me this job. When I see the lesson times I remember that my time is in His hands. When I see the days of the week I remember the good things God gives me each day. When I see my name at the top I remember that God knows me and each individual student and staff member.
So you see my school timetable is my Bible, prayer book and guide for life.
And friends, this story is true. I know. I was that teacher.