I turned off of Rural Ave. into the alley way behind Church Street. I pulled my car into the little car port. I walked up the back steps of the little house, key in hand. Upon unlocking the door I hesitantly stepped inside.
It was as though nothing had changed. Could ten years really have lapsed between today and the last time I opened that door?
The little house is a special place. It really is a single-family dwelling that was converted years ago into a Seminary building for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, located across the street from the front entrance to the high school. For years, faithful students have daily crossed the divide from the worldliness of high school hallways to the sanctuary of that little house. They have braved the suspicion and mockery from those in the large and spacious building, being desirous to fill their day with the peace that comes from the word of God.
My new class meets three times a week, and my responsibility will be to fill those three meetings with an entire week's worth of lessons. My new class is made up largely of freshmen and sophomores. My new class was very welcoming (for high school students), very attentive (for high school students), and very respectful. I may even have the courage to return tomorrow....