I smile as I remember my father taking me to high school each weekday morning. When I got out of the car I would turn to say good-bye to him as he sat with his fingers in his ears (since he thought I shut the car door too hard). “Bye, honey,” he would say, “remember whose you are and whom you serve.” I believe that those words of admonition were a source of strength and help as I went through those high school days and was kept by the Lord’s grace. Today as we send our children to school, we, too, can remind them they are not their own, but belong to the One who redeemed them with His own precious blood.