This is the angel of the Sunday School classes.

I stood on line for her, with a heavy heart that year. My dear Sunday school teacher looked me in the eye and wished me a Merry Holiday. I could not see merriness for the grief of my heart which had overwhelmed me, but her hug broke through the brooding condition of my heart. When I look at the angel I can feel the hug and hear the pouring of Sunday school teachers throughout my life, pouring truth; which has benefitted me greatly. I see my dear Sister Green, who won me to the Lord, at the altar at Bethel. I see the teachers in my youth and adulthood, as it were, kneading truth into this soul, for my growth and sustainance. I am grateful and I pray for each and everyone, in humble gratitude for their kind consideration of this poor soul.