Count me in...

I grew up in a church where we didn't have Sunday School classes. We were taught that Sunday School was something "man" had added to the church and was not Biblical.

I remember when I visited another church once for some special occasion, there was a board on the wall with a count of how many people were in Sunday School and how many were in the service. It intrigued me since nothing like that hung on our church wall. So, of course, I asked what it was and why it was there. It was explained to me as a way of counting those in attendance and again, it was not Biblical and something man added. There were no musical instruments used in our church services either for this same reason.

As a baby Christian trying to grow here, I found myself thirsty and starving for more than what I was receiving spiritually. I longed for conversations about God with others. I desired to serve in some way other than just preparing food for meals and cleaning up the kitchen after lunch.

Eventually, God moved me.

Later in life, as I grew in my relationship with God, I found myself a member of a larger Southern Baptist Church where I LOVED Sunday School, singing in the choir, teaching VBS and working on staff as the Financial Secretary.

Working in the church for many years, I learned about church finances and membership records. I can definitely appreciate the inner operations of the church much more than I did in the church I grew up in.

I remember what I was taught when I was young and I am very thankful for that.

But I'm also thankful for what God has done in my life and where He led me. I'm thankful for Sunday School classes. I'm thankful for choirs singing beautiful songs about the one I love so much. I'm thankful for sermons that teach the deep things about Him and bring me tears of joy for what God has done for His children.

Today, as I sat in an even larger Southern Baptist church, where we are not members yet but have been visiting for several years, I found myself being counted in the balcony along with everyone else for their records. I smiled and thought, Count me in!

I count it a privilege to be numbered among God's children gathering together to worship Him. I don't want to be missed in the count.

Numbers are important to God. There is even a book in the Bible named Numbers... 😏

Why shouldn't they be to us?

And the hand of the Lord was with them, and a great number believed and turned to the Lord. Acts 11:21