Brother Comin

So what is on my brain today, in other words, what am I thinking? Well, I am thinking that I just really appreciate all of my teachers that I have had and that I do have. One of my favorite teachers was my seminary teacher, Bro. Comin. When I first met him, I have to admit that I didn't really want to go to seminary, infact my brother and I used to sit out in the car and wait for our older sister who was going to seminary (for a boy I might add). But anyway, Brother Comin did what any good Seminary teacher should do, he called my Mom. I didn't like it, but my mom made sure of it that we went to Seminary. Well, over time I came to really love Brother Comin. I learned that he was a single Dad, had two jobs (one of which started before early morning seminary) and was always prepared for his calling. Tears have often come to my eyes over his dedication and his persistance in his calling...and for the love he showed to an ungrateful student who now looks back and knows the reason why she made it through high school, seminary. I was one of 5 kids or so who were members in my high school, so you could imagine how many people actually showed up for early morning seminary. Sometimes I would walk into class and I would end up being the only one there. It made me glad that I showed up so Brother Comin didn't get up and come to an empty classroom. I've been thinking about him a lot this year and wishing I knew where he was so I could write him a letter of appreciation. Then last summer I was on a hike at girls camp and I was talking to another leader about high school and I couldn't resist telling her about my favorite seminary teacher. I said, "Brother Comin was so awesome." She said, "Van Comin." I was floored. Turns out that her husband is related to him. So I decided to write him a letter, but the thought came to me, how corney is that? I don't know, I think I'm wrestling with adversary on that one. I think I really need to write him the letter, because I know it wasn't just happenstance that I walked with Sister Sundquist that day and found out where he lives. So that's what is on my brain, amidst the garble of other things.