Happy Sunday! I grew up in the same community my dad did, and walked some of the same school hallways. In fact, his senior class was the first to graduate from the high school building I would later graduate from. It’s also where my grandmother—his mom—was a faculty member after spending years as an elementary school teacher.
So even now, when I go back home to visit my parents, it’s not uncommon to run into folks around town my grandmother taught in school—and hear them express their gratitude. Growing up, there were plenty of times we’d be out with my grandparents and someone would call her name, give her a big hug, and thank her. “Nana,” as we grandkids called her, took her Christian faith seriously and saw in her profession an opportunity to help kids in her classroom who grew up with challenges similar to what she grew up with. From Dad and others I heard stories of Nana bringing kids who…
