The news spread through our class at church. One couple’s son had passed. Bill, one of our teachers, and his wife were among the first to visit. The afternoon we arrived, Bill had returned, vacuumed the house, and polished the shoes family members would wear to the funeral the next day. He’d demonstrated ways to honor God and serve others—even in a busy season. As he said good-bye, he noticed another need and turned to add water to a vase filled with white roses. The grieving mom shook her head in amazement, grabbed my hands, and faced me with tear-filled…