but never, ever heard of going Sunday School. Wow! What a strange, strange class today. Oh, I think everything started off fine, although my guitar playing sucked, it felt like everyone was into their spiritual zone when that part was over. But class? Class? Geez, Louise, I’ve NEVER had anything like this happen.
One of my guys just flat out went postal (sunday school) on me. Eye popping, vessel bursting, glass shattering sunday school. Way weird. He was pissed. I still don’t know what in the world I said to set him off but he went freakin’ off. Yelling that Ezra was a leader, he failed, therefore he was a failure and deserved to be something (never quite got that). Okay, whatever. Especially since we didn’t even have Ezra anywhere in my lesson plan. Nothing I did calmed him down. We had three men visiting for the first time, methinks it will be their last. And that wasn’t even the strangest part. After class, I’m walking down the very crowded hall, shoulder to shoulder with people. I spot him across the foyer coming towards me. I’m thinking, okay, he’s calmed down now, going to apologize. Ha. Get’s right in my face and started screaming again, telling me he’s tired of my smartass comments and facial expressions. Totally unexpected, I’m lucky he didn’t sucker punch me because I was completely unaware he was still mad and was defenseless.
To be honest, I think he has a very deep seated anger problem that I was unaware of. We grew up together but he just started coming back to church in the past year, to my class only a couple of months, off and on. After I told Pop about it at lunch, he told me that a few months back, the guy had called the church asking for help because he was in trouble at the school where he teaches. Seems his anger had gotten the best of him there and several teachers had filed complaints against him. I think that he may have been thinking he could bully me, which just isn’t going to happen, especially in that setting. Pop says I should have thrown him out of the class, perhaps I should have but the guy needs help, not piling on.
So, what to do? No way I’m calling him today, I need to give him some time to calm down. Then tomorrow or Tuesday, I need to make my way over to his home and see if there is anyway that I can help him. Pray for him, he needs it. And me, that my words and actions can be used by the Holy Spirit to help him.