Hey, here’s the deal, I’m angry.
I’m angry that the kids in our English class in Razboieni (raz-boy-en) think violence and hurting someone is funny.
I’m angry that I can smell the smoke on the breath of a 10 year old girl as she sits on my lap.
I’m angry that many of the kids in our ministry smoke cigarettes.
I’m angry that the beautiful 12 year old girl that leads singing “I’ve got the joy down in my heart,” gets abused at home by her father.
I’m angry a 13 year old boy is hanging out with grown men 3 times his age doing Lord knows what.
I’m angry that I saw the same boy go and kick an old man in the face and run away laughing.
Before I knew anything about prophetic words…
During my student teaching, I remember being told in the teacher’s room by another teacher… “I see you being one of those teachers that fights for kids.”
Had I the vocabulary I have now, I would have said, “I receive that.”
Righteous anger.
All I know is,
I have a passion for kids.
I get angry when they are robbed of their innocence and potential.
I know that sometime, somewhere, the Father will give me the opportunity to fight like hell for them.
And, believe me, I will fight.
