“I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. John 10:11 (NIV)
I T WAS NOT AN IMPOSING structure nor was it attractive in any way but over a hundred children in the village saw it as their only hope of getting an education, or a semblance of it. They flocked to it every morning, with excitement in their eyes and nobody cared that it was only a single room with a leaking roof. Only two things mattered to them; first, the warm and loving embrace of their teacher whom they affectionately called Baba and, secondly, the daily adventure of listening to him draw them into a fascinating world of knowledge.
Baba loved the children in his class very much and every morning he would wait for them at the door of his classroom when they arrived at school. One by one, with a big warm smile he would carry each of them in his arms and whisper softly in their ears “I’m glad you came”.
They would smile back at Baba and hug him tightly. He had to literally tear them away from his neck. He would do the same after school, sometimes giving them a carefully folded piece of paper on which he would write wonderful things about his students such as “you’re the best”. These small notes were