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One who saw you as a raw but precious thing, a jewel that, with wisdom, could be polished to a proud shine? If you are lucky enough to find your way to such teachers, you will always find your way back. Sometimes it is only in your head. Sometimes it is right alongside their beds.

The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week, in his home, by a window in his study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink flowers. The class met on Tuesdays. No books were required. The subject was the meaning of life. It was taught from experience.

The teaching goes on.

So concludes Tuesdays with Morrie. By God's grace I can answer this question in the affirmative. All through my life I have had teachers who walked w/me side-by-side, no more formative than a middle-school principal who pushed me to stop fading in and out of my selfish reality . . .

and soul-fully embrace the extraordinary creation (including you) that surrounds us all. After a phase of drifting back and forth, several professors at Grove City College drove home the necessity of living in awe and wonder of not only the creation, but also the Creator brought into particularity through Jesus' visit to our neighborhood.

As we sent Hayley & Ellen on their first school bus ride, we pray with anticipation for such a Present and rich opportunity in their lives over the next several decades.