"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
I’m not saying I need to get out more, I’m saying it would be nice to not have the mental load of it all. I’m not saying I want a holiday – even though one would be nice.
“He’s a superhero. You know that," I whispered. She looked at me with tears in her big brown eyes, and do you know what she said to me?... Oof my heart just broke.
Unfortunately, our "good" objectives might have absolutely nothing to do with the gospel of Jesus Christ. And we inadvertently end up raising pagans instead of Christians.
Over a decade ago, I made the life-changing decision to teach my child at home. Fast-forward to my daughter’s first year at the university. She came home one day and told me she had watched a film in biology class that showed a whale with legs. I laughed. She didn’t. Instead, she said these impossible words, “Mom, I don’t believe the Bible is true anymore. I’m not a Christian.”
