Summary: The year is 1885, and it’s the first day of school for the children of this small school in upstate, South Carolina. The last teacher had left unexpectedly, and the students are waiting outside of the one-room school house for the new teacher to arrive.
He Took My Beating
Sierra and I have worked in Children’s Church for many years. Although we are not currently teaching children, I have some very fond memories of those days. The sermon for today is one that I first gave during a Children’s Church service, but it is also for adults. I have a very hard time getting through the message, because I usually cry along the way, so bear with me.
I want to tell you a story, and I don’t remember if it is true or not, so please just accept it for what it is intended, an illustration. But first, let me introduce you to the main characters and give you some background.
Billy, is the biggest kid in his school, and he is older than most, because he was held back for several years. Also, he’s a bully and there is a gang of boys that follow him around.
Johnny is just the opposite of Billy; he is small for his age, he doesn’t say much, and his family is very poor.
Mr. Allison has been hired as the new school teacher, for the new school year, and the children don’t know anything about him.
Now for some background. The year is 1885, and it’s the first day of school for the children of this small school in upstate, South Carolina. The last teacher had left unexpectedly, and the students are waiting outside of the one-room school house for the new teacher to arrive. They are just standing around in groups talking and looking down the road, in the direction that he will come.
The group of boys that surround Billy are listening intently as he says, “I ran the last one off, and this teacher won’t last long either. He’ll be gone before the week is over.”
The attention of everyone in the school yard is then shifted to the man on horseback, who was riding in the direction of the school.
He was tall and thin, and under his arm he carried a black book.
He rode directly to the hitching post, and when he had tied up his horse, he walked inside the schoolhouse without saying a word. In a few minutes the bell rang and the children began to file into the building, but the conversations concerning the new teacher continued.
Billy took his seat on the back row, and his gang took the chairs that were close by.
The big black book that the teacher had carried was on his desk; now they could see that it was the Bible.
Mr. Allison introduced himself, and he said that he was glad to be their teacher. He said, “I want you to learn a lot this year, and for all of you to have a good year. But if we are going to have a good year, we need to have some rules. I am not going to make up the rules, however, that will be your job. Tell me, what should the rules be?”
Becky said that a good rule would be NO CHEATING. Mr. Allison wrote NO CHEATING on the blackboard. He said, “That is a good rule; doesn’t everyone agree?”
Mike was excited and he yelled, “How about “NO LYING”. Mr. Allison said, “That is another good rule.” And he wrote NO LYING right under NO CHEATING.