Divinely Connected
HE FIRST DAY back in the school gym after summer break had always felt so right. I looked around at the familiar pennants hanging above the bleachers, the hoops at either end of the court, our archery equipment—kind of a home away from home for me. I believed that God had designed me to do this work. That I could bring something to these kids that no one else could, that the school gym was where I was meant to be. But as the sixth graders filed in wearing their masks, I felt uneasy. None of the old
