Late one Saturday night, sitting alone at my desk, I was dreading what I’d agreed to do the next morning—substitute teach a class of teenagers at a Christian Science Sunday School.
I’d done many tough things in life, including covering civil wars as The Christian Science Monitor’s Africa correspondent and giving speeches to large audiences. But teaching teens in Sunday School seemed utterly daunting.
I asked myself what exactly I was afraid of. The answer: that I would not have the right words to answer their tough questions. Soon, I had an arresting thought—an angel message: “Are you willing to put all the words you’ve ever written on the altar?” What a challenge.
