I can remember my second grade teacher, and not just because we share a common last name. She made me feel safe. She made me feel like I belonged. She made me feel smart, like I could learn and grow up and be somebody special.

I even remember my kintergarden teacher. She protected me once from some students and I still remember that. Other teachers along the way have inspired in me a love of reading and books, literature and poetry. Partly because I tried and wanted to learn, but mostly because they cared enough to invest in me.

Times have changed since I was a student back in the Renaissance. But one thing remains– if you are a teacher, you have more influence than you know. Some students are really listening and watching you. What you love will be what they grow to love. So teach with all the enthusiasm you can, even if it feels like nobody cares.

If you are a believer, your witness will not go unrewarded. The Bible teaches that God’s Word never returns void. That means you can’t live and model a lifestyle of godly character and speech and it not have an effect. It will. I truly believe there will be people in heaven who will thank their teachers for their faith.

Keep teaching. Keep praying for your students by name. Keep believing in them even when they can’t believe in themselves. Keep expecting the best from them. For as long as God calls you to teach, let it be your holy mission, your sacred calling, your mission field.

One day, a President may list you as an early influence. A scientist who discovers the cure for cancer might look back at you and say you started his or her love of science. A musician or writer may dedicate an album or a book to you. You never know but that one student you taught may be the one to radically change the world.

If you are faithful for the time you teach and put your heart into it, one day your students will rise up and call you blessed.

Amen and amen.