The following story is supposed to have happened at Ohio State University about nine or ten years ago in a huge lecture hall (approximately 1000 students) for a Calculus final (though I suspect
it is merely another urban legend).

Apparently this particular calculus teacher wasn't very well liked.  He was one of those guys who would stand at the front of the class and yell out how much time was remaining before the end of a test, a real charmer.   Since he was so busy going around the room making sure that nobody cheated and that everyone was aware of how much time they had left before their failure on the test was complete, he had the students stack the completed tests on the huge podium at the front of
the room.   This made for quite a mess, remember there were 1000 students in the class.

During this particular final, one guy entered the test needing a decent grade to pass the class.   His only problem with Calculus was that he did poorly when rushed, and this guy standing in the front of the room barking out how much time was left before the tests had to be handed in didn't help him at all.   He figured he wanted to assure
himself of a good grade, so he hardly flinched when the professor said "pencils down and submit your scantron sheets and work to piles at the front of the room".

Five minutes turned into ten, ten into twenty, twenty into forty....  Almost an hour after the test was "officially over", our friend finally put down his pencil, gathered up his work, and headed to the front of the hall to submit his final.  The whole time, the professor sat at the front of the room, strangely waiting for the student to complete his exam.

"What do you think you're doing?" the professor asked as the student stood in front of him about to put down his exam on one of the neatly stacked piles of exams (the professor had plenty of time to stack the mountain of papers while he waited).   It was clear that the professor had waited only to give the student a hard time.

"Turning in my exam," retorted the student confidently.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you," the professor gloated, "Your exam is an hour late. You've failed it and, consequently, I'll see you next term when you repeat my course."

The student smiled slyly and asked the professor "Do you know who I am?"

"What?" replied the professor gruffly, annoyed that the student showed no sign of emotion.

The student rephrased the question mockingly, "Do you know what my name is?"

"No", snarled the professor.

The student looked the professor dead in the eyes and said slowly, "I didn't think so", as he lifted up one of the stacks half way, shoved his test neatly into the center of the stack, let the stack fall
burying his test in the middle, turned around, and walked casually out of the huge lecture hall.

Don't you just love it? Those of you who have been in large classes can relate to that, I'm sure. But it makes me pause for a moment and be grateful that I have a heavenly Father who knows who I am!   Despite the billions of people on the face of this earth, I'm not just a number, I'm not just a nameless face, I'm not just part of a crowd. I am known by God!

"O LORD, You have searched me and known me. You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
You comprehend my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways."
(Psalm 139:1-3).

Take comfort in this knowledge, and.......