This Little Town...

Confession. I wrote this over 2 months a go right after I finished helping with a VBS. It was a tiny town with little more than a post office. A town that those zipping by I-80 probably hardly even notice. I though have not forgotten the little town and its occupants. One week is a short piece of your life, its interesting how much you see in just one week. This is what I learned.



Take it or leave it.

A person knows of the broken homes and messy family situations most youth live in, however it is when these children are sitting in your Bible class, holding your hand, and giving you very amusing answers to your questions, when suddenly it feels like an icy sheet of ice has hit you. And suddenly you know that these children have been affect by the evil in our world. These are the children and teens who know too much about life. They do not know they know too much and it seems all sense of conscience has left them. You interact with the youth and they mistake you for someone for years younger than you really are. Somehow you try to talk to them to simply do anything to influence their lives for the Lord.

Suddenly you feel so very helpless and unsure. Once again I have learned there is nothing you can do outside the strength of the Lord. The youth leave the gathering and I wonder what will greet them when they return to their homes. Maybe I’m glad I don’t really know, but this doesn’t stop me from still hurting. Prayer I have found is the only antidote to this pain and even then its not really a cure. Instead a reminder, to not forget these children and teens.

This world is an evil awful place who am I to keep the “secret” to myself as to why this world holds so much good?