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My favorite year of school was the
5th grade. Mrs. Walls, my teacher, was in total control of her
classroom. If a child misbehaved, she took him out into the hall, scolded
him and applied the board of education to the seat of learning.
Yes, corporal punishment was still legal in those days.
I made that trip to the hallway with
her on at least one occasion. Most of the time, I didn't need her scolding
or paddling, her love for teaching and for me kept me in line.
Her classroom was very structured.
Every week, we would change seats. The person whose chair was in the front
row would move it to the back, and everyone else would move forward one
place. Though today, I have a preference for the back row, in those days,
I liked the front row.
If you excelled on an assignment, or
was exceptionally well-behaved, she would let you be the black board monitor
or the leader for the march to the lunch room. We learned, in her structured
classroom, that the "good children" received the rewards, while
the misbehaved were passed over.
In the economy of God's grace, it doesn't
work that way. I can't earn his favor.
Have you ever plunged into despair
only to float in God's grace? Did you feel the touch of an unseen hand
After a year of vocal cord paralysis,
God, by His grace, restored my voice on January 29, 1997. As the anniversary
approaches, I am speechless. Not because I can't talk, but because I'm
overwhelmed by the touch of His nail-scarred hand on my soul.