I teach Sunday school to four boys. Yesterday we talked about who Jesus called to be his disciples - that he used ordinary people. This moved into a discussion about what this means for how we live as Christians.
One of the boys, the brightest and quickest of the four, looked at me and said "The only reason I'm here is because I'm forced to be. I don't know what religion I am. I mean, I know Jesus is a good guy but I don't think he's God or whatever. I'm just here because my parents want me out of the house so my grandparents bring me here." I could see the sense of abandonment and resentment in his eyes.
My heart broke a little. All I could say was "Well, if he is a good guy like you say, then acting like him isn't a bad thing, right?"
I've rediscovered some music. Listening to these songs reminds me of seeing an old friend I haven't had much contact with. It sort of sooths my soul.
I had a good weekend. It's been a while. I'm thankful for that. Good feels nice.
I work at 7:30 in the morning every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday in the seminary library. Usually when I walk over, the sky is gray and sad. This morning it was a deep blue, streaked with purples and pinks. It was a great way to start the week.
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I recently came across some music that reminds me of you...don't worry, that's a good thing.
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