The Biggest Sin
Lawrence (not his real name) showed up for class one morning. We were more than a week into the fall semester, and I had never seen him before, though I knew his name from the class roster. I asked to speak with him after class. “We’ve missed you?” I said. “Have you been sick?’ No, he had not been sick. He had simply been skipping. Didn’t feel like coming. “Well, then. Here are the assignments you have missed.” He promptly told me he would not do them and that he would not be coming to class. School was not important….