So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. 16 He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. 17 He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.
One of the things I love most about my kindergarten teachers (like all my other teachers) is that, they taught me all they needed to teach me—the abcd\’s and how to spell—and held nothing back.
They loved me even when I didn\’t know much about loving people, and disciplined me when I caused trouble in class: they wanted to keep me from going astray.
They (my kindergarten teachers) raised me up with the hope that, I—a boisterous little boy who couldn\’t even think for himself—will one day become somebody; whether I grew up to become their boss, the wealthiest man in the world, their president or any other position higher than theirs, they didn\’t care: they just wanted the best out of me—a little six year old boy.
We (each member of the body of Christ) need to be like kindergarten teachers.