To those who teach God’s Word to the young, I offer this tribute. May God bless you for all the hours spent in study of the Word. You are the one who sparked that flame of excitement. Little hands held out a paper, saying, “Look, Mommy. I learned about Jesus today.” As the years went by, the flame grew brighter. Boring things like learning the books of the Bible became lively games in your class. “Teacher” knew all the Bible answers. You set an example I could be proud to have my children follow. The time of decision came. You taught the truth, urging my children to “count the cost.” You shared my joy when one was baptized at an early age, as well as my concern for the one who waited for his own right time. Then there were more hours of study devoted to teaching the deeper doctrinal matters. Instruction on Christian character impressed the importance of letting their lights shine brightly. Soon they will have children of their own. Bible class teacher, don’t quit now! Another generation awaits like candles. God be with you as you strike another match.

The mother frantically explained her son was lost, and it would soon be dark. Could Joe and I help with the search? Of Course! We dropped everything, drove to their house and joined the search. What would we have sacrificed to find her son? Time was no object. If money would have helped, it would have been eagerly offered. This mother’s agony was very real to me. As I hugged my dear friend, I could feel her overwhelming fear. Was he hurt? Had he been kidnapped? Would she ever see her son again? The boy was found riding his bicycle in the country. The path he had chosen was longer than expected and it grew dark before he realized the danger. Every day children are involved in tragedies. We may shed tears for a child who has been kidnapped, murdered, abused or neglected. How often do we shed tears for the countless children who are not learning about Jesus? Are you thinking, “I would do something to reach them if I could. But what can I do?” There is something you can do. It will take less time each week than I spent looking for the lost boy. The cost is minimal. It can be undertaken by one individual or as a church project. Send It If they won’t come to you–go to them! No, it isn’t practical to go into each child’s home. But Bible teaching can go into their homes via the Post Office. A couple of years ago,