"CONGRATULATIONS, you've been appointed by the Board to teach the college-age class," the Sunday School superintendent cheerfully announced.
Great. Except for one detail—no students. It wasn't that there weren't any names in the attendance book, but when I tracked down parents or kids to get details, the answers came back: "He's too old" ... "She got bored" ... "Oh, I'm working" ... "I'm too deep into my studies and sports." I felt a little like one of the children of Israel—asked to make bricks without the essential element of straw.
But one day while driving around town, I got to thinking. Our church is in the same city as Arizona State University, which had 50,000 students. The Phoenix area includes a large community college system with several two-year colleges, plus assorted technical schools. And there had to be an abundance of eighteen to nineteen-year-olds who worked and didn't attend school. Surely there were enough young people to make up at least one Sunday School class.
