I’m surprised I even recognized the name.  It had been years: more than ten, if my calculations are correct.  Not to mention the number of students I had taught since I had him: hundreds? Nevertheless, I recognized the last name and clicked on it.  Sure enough, this girl had married him, my former student. We weren’t particularly close: I don’t “friend” my former students, and I have zero idea what mutual contacts this girl and I had, but there she was, nonetheless.  One click revealed a breath-taking wedding photograph behind the font reading “Jesus is King”! This detail was particularly important because, while I had a few outspoken Chritian students…