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And Some Are Called to Teach...


 A teacher doesn't just teach students.

 He teaches the future.

 Future mothers and fathers.

 He teachers the children of his students, because those students will teach their children what he's  taught them.

 We shape worldviews.

 Our challenges forges destinies. 

We are called to be true and real, because false teachers damage the tomorrows. 

False teachers don't just fail students.

They fail the future. 

Crush dreams.

And only God can repair the damage...

Teachers don't just teach a subject, they share their souls.

They filled minds with visions, possibilities and hope. 

We are not gods. 

We are not perfect.

We take risks.

Some soar.

Some crash. 

We fall.

We fail.

We get back up.

We persevere.

We are tools in the Master's hand, shaping His clay to resemble His image. 

The best of us contribute to humanity and build legacies. 

To teach is a calling that we don't choose, because it chooses us. 

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