Graduation-- Yes, there are angels among us!

I have lots of stories about kids and the adults in their lives.  Some are funny, some are sad, some are unbelievable, and some make the love of God so tangible you swear you could touch it.  I’ve seen things that seem unbelievable, listened to holy words that come from the most unlikely places, and watched the actions of our Lord at work in mundane circumstances.  Anyway, I think I have.

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Before graduation, all of the seniors had been seated alphabetically in the Monument Room of the Macon Coliseum.  This class is on deck.  It's time to get ready.  The mortar boards are pinned on.  Medals are worn.  Stoles are passed out from different organizations. This is what the students (and teachers) have been working towards for the past thirteen, or fourteen, or even fifteen years.     

The graduations are running like clock work.  One after the other-- individual schools are holding graduation ceremonies.  It's a joyful time, but everyone has to be somewhat quiet while the school in front of them are completing the formal graduation exercises.  

Teachers are getting the gum pried from the mouths of the non-complient.  Pictures are being taken.  It's solemn but exciting.  The students know that they might never see some of their classmates again.  The students are looking at the programs.  People are teasing each other about their full names.  There are more smiles than tears.

The principal stepped to the podium.  The room became quiet.  "Thank you for the honor of being your principal."  

A certain frisky senior raised his hand, "Can you lead us in prayer?"

"No, I can't," she stated.  "I can't lead you in prayer."

The student smiled, nodded, and began, "Our father....."

The entire class stood and said the "The Lord's Prayer"  together.  No prompting.  Everyone.  Together.  Solemnly.  In unison.  

At the end, they sat down.

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The principal looked at the group. Smiled.  And said, "You're ready to graduate."

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