The Sunday School Bell
I walked into a large library. The type of library you think of when you think of old men smoking cigars surrounded by books. I spotted a comfy couch to take my place. I was late. My entrance was not unnoticed. Most of the faces were familiar. I had seen these faces weekly for years. These faces had grieved and rejoiced with me through so many events of my life. I found tears near the surface. How I missed my family. How I missed the church family who had loved me for so many years. They were still together. I wondered if they knew the treasure they had. Had they lost it as I had, they would know. I was greeted with warm smiles. Those I didn’t know probably wondered who is this woman? I listened to the teacher. I thought of the first time I saw this teacher. It was almost 30 years ago. Where has the time gone? His wife had died tragically. I never knew her. ...