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Battles have opening shots, as do politicians, directed against enemies perceived and real. Comedians have opening lines, while the Olympics have opening ceremonies.

Dr. Waldrop said on a table in a lecture hall waiting for the first class of the semester to settle in.

“Good morning,” he said casually.

A few murmurs were heard and a few said “hi.” Most of the guys were only half present, not necessarily wanting to be there but wanting student deferments; we really didn’t want to go to Viet Nam. Dr. Waldrop walked quietly to the back of the hall, exited though double doors, re-entered. Slamming the door shut, he raced down the aisle, resuming his place on stage.

“GOOD MORNING!” That got our attention.

A frail old man entered an assembly of seminary students, teetering occasionally, walked to the lectern, grasped it firmly, and looked out at the young students’ faces.

“Jesus loves me,” Alan Redpath sang. “Jesus loves me, this I know. . .”

Faces turned slowly toward that old pastor, whose voice cracked occasionally as he continued singing.

“For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.”

The hall was quiet except for the lone voice calling out.

“Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.”

Pastor Redpath sang the entire song. By time he finished, not a dry eye was to be seen.

That’s the way to open whatever is worth opening.

Lord Bless, Keep, Shine. . .