I was thinking this past weekend about the cloud of witnesses that God uses in our lives - and how He can use us as a cloud of witnesses.
I think often of my cloud of witnesses at the church and school I grew up at, Good Shepherd Lutheran Church and School in Inglewood, CA. I am the person I am today because of my parents and because of the men and women at Good Shepherd who took Christian education very seriously and committed themselves to this fellowship of Christians. I was thinking about them this weekend because another of the adults who made up this cloud of witnesses died recently, Mr. Kamrath. (Everyone to me, still, is Mr. or Mrs. or Pastor. We never used first names to address adults.) He is just one example of the many adults that made our congregation a community of believers with eternal impact. Many of them have died, and each one grieves me beyond my current personal connection to them; I grieve because it's the passing of a group of men and women who were significant in my life.
Our church and school was made up of men who provided strong and faithful leadership, serving because they understood the importance of the local fellowship of believers; moms who busily volunteered (very few of them worked back then) their time to organize a myriad of activities and events to make our lives rich and fun; teachers and a pastor, who were committed for lives in a sense of vocation to the ministry of Christian education and dedicated their lives to establishing us in the Word of God. Our teachers and pastors - and I guess our parents, too - were very old school and traditional, which probably seems very old-fashioned now, and I'm very glad of that because they passed on an education that enriched and values that are, well, valuable.
Pastor Dierker was the only pastor I knew growing up, serving his entire career at Good Shepherd with wisdom and steadfastness. My teachers, among them Mr. Eggers and Miss Oelschlaeger, were solid German-bred educators who saw this as their life calling. And despite the old-school, strict manners, they were warm-hearted and compassionate.
Miss Qelschlaeger was a character everyone remembers who sat in her classroom. She was named Quinta because she was the fifth child in a German-speaking parson's family in Nebraska. She told decades of students on the first day of school that they would not pass fifth grade without being able to spell her name. The next day, we all lined up at her desk to spell it. (It's 12 letters and you develop a rhythm if you break it into groups of three letters.) To this day, any person I meet who was in her class can spell her name. And she had a "Board of Education," and she did use it.
Mr. Eggers was quiet and taciturn. His punishment of choice was sentences, starting at 25 and doubling each day of procrastination. My whole sixth grade class once had to write "Portland" 1000 times because we'd gotten quite rambunctious reading our spelling words in unison in class, as was the practice with a new week's list. For those who took care to notice, though, Mr. Eggers was warm and loving, protective even. He was the church organist - quite skilled - and I found out when I was in college he was a jazz fan. Mr. Eggers had a wild side!
We learned Lutheran's Small Catechism every year. Even if all I can remember is Luther's affirmation at the end of each explanation, "This is most certainly true," what was taught and explained and repeated soaked deep into my mind and soul. And the love and respect for God's Word, the commitment to understand it, and the devotion to live it, which was taught and modeled by the parents, pastor, and teachers has formed the foundation and example for my life.
Obviously, I took most of this for granted as a child - all of the time, devotion, sacrifice, and energy by the adults who made up our congregation. But it had its' affect on me and many others.
I'm incredibly grateful for the congregation where I grew up, and as I look back on the events that led my parents to attend there, I can see God's sovereign and gracious hand. This cloud of witnesses was essential for God's work in my life. They took quite seriously Paul's admonition to Timothy to "guard the treasure," to pass it on to other faithful Christ-followers. I am the grateful beneficiary of their commitment. And it makes me think of how seriously we must take our responsibility to be a cloud of witnesses to the next generation, and the one after that. God works through His people, through His church. God grant that we are used by God as significantly as my witnesses at Good Shepherd.