981 - My Favorite Years
Friends: It’s a reflective time of year as school begins, I count my blessings, and track an important anniversary. Have a great week! Blessings, Bob
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September 2, 2025
Common
Christianity / Uncommon Commentary
My
Favorite Years
By
Bob Walters
“Trust
in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.” –
Proverbs 3:5
The
school year has started back up at Mission Christian Academy here in Fishers
where my wife Pam is in her fifth year teaching high school English and I began
my third year teaching high school history and civics.
Three
weeks in it remains pretty much a dream job for both of us: Pam the career
teacher, preacher’s kid, and multi-talented crafter and homemaker, me the
late-to-the-faith ex-sportswriter, media relations executive, and – how did that
happen? – 11 years in retirement as a school bus driver. Hybrid school MCA
meets just three days a week.
Pam
and I are cruising into our 70s, we as children of the 1960s and 70s, now greeted
daily by nearly a hundred fresh-faced teen-agers in a caring, Christian
atmosphere and serious K-12 educational setting. Students are happy to be
there, staff is happy to be there, and families express regular thanks for their
kids being there.
MCA,
in its sixth year, has grown from 38 students and eight teachers in 2020-21
(Covid factored into its creation) to now more than 500 K-12 students and 50
faculty.
Labor
Day weekend, for me, annually marks my coming-to-faith “awake date” – Sunday,
September 2, 2001 – when a random, middle-aged trip to church at my young son
Eric’s urging yielded an irrefutable encounter with the Holy Spirit that led shortly
to my baptism in Christ. This column’s publication date, you may notice, is
September 2.
Pam has never had a day in her life when she didn’t know Jesus, while I had 47 years not really knowing Him. I was a dedicated, youthful Episcopal altar boy but then an entirely unserious, in-name-only Christian until that Labor Day Sunday 24 years ago at East 91st Street Christian Church in Indianapolis.
I
bring all this up because, like I said, I am highly reflective about this
anniversary of the beginning of my faith life.
But a couple of my wonderful current students in two different periods recently
asked, in class, what had been the “favorite time of my life.”
Pam
and I by far are the oldest teachers in the building, so we get good-natured
pot-shots from the kids all the time about our lack of “current” cultural and
technical proficiencies. The students are, however, no match (yet) for our
combined language, literary, and historical “chops” as well as our deep Christian
experience. It’s great duty.
So,
students asked earnestly about my “favorite time of life.” And if you read my
bio you know I’ve had a good life, a fun and interesting career, and raised two
great sons – Eric and John, both baptized – who now have their own families and
careers.
Including
all the stumbles, sins, and hardships that don’t appear in my bio, parts of my
life are less attractive than others. But the students’ questions dug into
something Pam and I have often discussed, that this is the favorite time
of my life, and our lives.
That
is not a complaint about anything that has come before. What’s great is that we can track back
through lives that have had plentiful “best” times – with more than a few rough
patches – and are yet so deeply thankful to have this latter time of purpose, commitment,
freedom, love, family, learning, and joy while still avoiding life’s off-ramp.
I
lived most of my life not knowing the Lord, not knowing what I had and didn’t
have, and not trusting the truth, joy, and purpose present in the magnitude God
offers.
I
learned to trust God’s character and lean not on my own understanding. Whew.
Walters
(rlwcom@aol.com)
is thankful for every moment that led to now.