I hate snow and icce. Today we had a very little bit of snow and an above average bit of ice. I really, truly hate this time of year. It is not even that I mind the cold, it is the sloppy, stupid weather. I hate that the frost, ice and/or snow slow me down. I hate slick roads and sidewalks. I just hate it all.
I read a pretty disturbing note on Facebook today. It was posted by one of the kids I used to teach. It was basically a suicide note. I feel so helpless. I don't have a way to intervene. I have tried to write him. I pray that God will move in his heart. If you have a moment, please lift him up to the Father. One of the most telling parts of the note was his accusation of the young people in his life who claim to be Christians. He attributes his final dissapation of his belief in God on how hypocritcal the Christian teens in his life have been. He does cite some specifics that make me think about my current kids in the youth group. As much as I want to think they are living out their faith when they leave the church, this note reminds me that there really can be the chance that the students are not necessarily being the best representation of Christ to their world. I am praying for this kid. I sent some information to someone who may be able to help. I pray it is not too late.
So, as you can see in the sidebar, I am reading Crazy Love by Francis Chan. It is really messing me up --- in a good way. It is so convicting. So far I am very impressed. Maybe the best book I have read in years. I will hold off on a full review until I am finished. I should be done soon. Crazy Love is making me wonder even about how well I am doing at living all this out. Am I lukewarm? Do I live out the greatness of God to those around me or am I poser?