When I was very young, my grandfather worked for a time as a night watchman. His assignment was a textile plant that manufactured carpet. I never got to see him at work, but I sometimes got to see him before he left for the job and sometimes when he came home. He wore a badge and what I would call a police hat. He didn’t carry a gun, but he was allowed to carry a stick. I can remember that he would sometimes let me wear his hat and play with his stick. And I thought how important his job was, to make sure that the people who worked at the plant were safe and that the manufacturer’s property would not be disturbed. God says that’s how he is.