The first class I ever taught to seminary students was about death. I was a graduate student myself at the time. I\u2019m not sure why I picked that topic among the various subjects in a course on pastoral care, but I remember I had a well-prepared lesson plan, including an opening lecture.<\/p>\n
As I was speaking, I noticed that John, a student in the front row who was usually very engaged in class, was slumped down in his seat. He didn\u2019t make eye contact with me even when I asked questions.<\/p>\n
When the class took a break halfway through the session, I realized that a group had gathered around John. He was sobbing uncontrollably, and others were trying to comfort him. I had no idea how to respond, but the professor who oversaw the class went over to talk with him. After a brief conversation John left the room. He returned about 15 minutes later, after the class had reconvened, and seemed more at ease.<\/p>\n
I learned later that John\u2019s brother had been murdered the year before.<\/p>\n