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Tonight at church, I was reminded why we do what we do. Why we put up with 22 yelling kids who don't listen. Why we buy pizza and help with homework when it would be easier to stay home. Why we have Christmas plays and fall festivals. Why we let kids come to supper even when they have no money and make a big mess and make the little old ladies nervous. Why it really does matter when someone gives me $20 for pizza or goes to pick it up so we can help with homework, or defend sus and what we do to those who don't see the big picture. Tonight I found out that 3 of our little boys are being raised by a single dad because their mom walked out on them last Christmas. On Christmas Day. And 4 of the kids tonight were picked up with a police escort because their mom is going to a battered women's shelter tonight. Who knows what is going on in the homes of the rest of them-- maybe nothing so tragic. Maybe even worse. But I am weeping as I type because maybe I could have been a little nicer to N-- when he didn't listen, and maybe my voice could have been a little gentler. What if I never get another chance with them, and all they know about Jesus they learned from me. What if it wasn't enough? I can only pray that even if I don't get another chance, they will.
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