Sunday night, I received a phone call from a colleague. One of the counselors at the middle school where I teach was killed Saturday night in an auto/pedestrian accident. Monday was, without a doubt, the most difficult day of my almost 23 years in education. We had to tell over 1000 students, grades 6 – 8, that a counselor they loved was dead. Soon after school started, one of our admin team members had created a bulletin board with pictures and room for students to sign. For three days, I have watched these students write notes about him, often waiting their turn to reach the board. We have grieved, and we will continue to do so, for he had an incredible way of connecting with each person he spoke to.
For me, however, there is a peace that comes from my knowledge of God’s plan for man. I am grateful for my sure and certain knowledge that one day, we will all meet again, for death is but a step into another phase of my eternal life. While most of my students, and our counselor, don’t have that knowledge, I know each will one day hear the message of eternity from missionaries, on one or the other side of the veil. Until that time, I am grateful for the opportunity that was given me to work with this phenomenal man.