This all got started in October, when Dad came to school one morning to measure for some shelves he was putting in the cabinets in the lab. He stopped by my room to say goodbye, and on the spur of the moment I told him to come in and say a few words to the seniors. He, like any good preacher, had some thoughts he could share on the spot. They loved it and asked if he could come back. So about every other week or so (with permission from the principal), he would come to my class and just talk with them for about fifteen minutes, sharing wisdom and Bible truths from someone who is further down the road of life. They liked him and what he had to say, so that's why they brought his name up when asked if they had a preference for their graduation speaker.
My poor camera just doesn't do zoom or distance very well any more (maybe being dropped on the cement floor of our garage has something to do with that?), so I made this picture small, but there he is speaking. He had a good message and the seniors really liked it. There's something about having a speaker that they know and appreciate, that is better than having someone come in that they don't know and won't remember after that night.
And finally, as the group was leaving the high school building to go to the auditorium - look what was resting on the outside ledge right by the door where they exited. Someone said they hoped it wasn't an omen. . . It apparently wasn't as everything went very well.