“Ugh, I can hear you!” I said with frustration underneath my breath, but still loud enough for my mom to hear. 

Slamming the screen doors, my kids shouted, “Mom, we can’t find Judd! He was playing by the banana trees, but now he’s gone.”

I looked over the stapled pages of English sentences in my principal’s office, each one clearly done by a different writer. Shaking my head, I glanced up at the American teacher in front of me at our international school in Central Asia.

Saul was selected, anointed as king and sent on a mission. The mission was very clear–completely destroy the wicked Amalekite nation–do not spare anything or anyone. So Saul mustered his fighting men and went to battle, but he did not follow the L...