11 August 2016. After returning home and having a cup of Premi Akka’s tea, Hannah booked an Ola for me, so I could go and visit Kir’ba and family, Priscy and family, and Rachel in nearby Cooke Town. Cooke Town was not like the quiet spacious suburb I remembered it to be; it was noisy and busy. But I digress; this post is about some very special friends from the past.
Their brother Alex is abroad with his family, and their parents have both passed on. I remember taking little Alex to Clarence in 1980/81, his first year in the school and my last. He would be seated behind me as I rode my bike from Williams Town to school, past Tannery Road and the Dhoddi. I would be worried that his feet would end up in the back wheel; every two minutes I would ask him if he was putting his feet in the wheel. Immediately he would spread out his legs and the resultant white flash of his impeccably Blanco’ed keds would give me confidence to continue . . . for two more minutes.
Although I did not get to meet Alex, I met the three sisters. Rachel had been just a todder when I last saw her. Kir’ba and Priscy, I knew well as my Sunday School kids in the late 70s and early 80s. They were also neighbours. At one stage, I spent every free moment in their home, which was different from my own, a difference that for some reason I found refreshing.
I do not think I should even attempt to explain how blessed and beautiful the meeting was, as they shared their testimonies and recounted the Lord’s leading in their lives. How the Lord has been faithful!
To all Sunday School teachers out there, especially the very young ones, do not underestimate the value of what you do. I was blessed with the opportunity to meet my wards after 30 years, but even if you do not have that opportunity, you can be sure that the word of God is powerful and will do its work. Yours but to teach it faithfully. In turn, today Prisy is involved in ministry among children. This meeting alone makes having come to Bangalore well worth the while.