WHERE IS MY SCHOOL BAG — PLEASE WHERE IS IT , HURRY, HURRY, DADDY IS WAITING FOR ME! My dear, someday we'll all return home like a little boy with his two arms swinging through his school bag, but the joy of our transition will be dependent on what we each did with our time in school (our world) and what we used our break hours for : we'll say to one another, this faithful saying and true — where's my school bag, where's my school bag, hurry : where are the souls I won, where are the people I followed up on to church, hurry please, daddy is calling me, it's time - it's time, I'm going home. Indeed, we'll be going home someday, and everyday ushers us closer to the ringing of that closing bell. And say like Reuben (in Genesis 44:34) : I ought to come to this firm realization and focus : “ How can I go back to my (Heavenly) Father if the boy (my generation) is not with me? No! Do not let me see (return to) the misery (shame) that would come upon my