If you know a few things about me, you may know that I attend a Christian school.
Whatever, I know.
Well, anyway, I just got back from a retreat that I took with my high school of a mere 80 students. It was fine, in case you wanted to know, but it got me thinking. The speaker who was there was hammering the "apathy speech" at us. If you're a Christian student, such as myself, you most likely know exactly what I'm talking about. For me, hearing it for the up-teenth time made me feel as though the speech itself was apathetic. Well, afterwards we broke into groups to discuss it. Since I'm on student counsel I was supposed to lead one. I didn't have time to gather my thoughts. I was trying to think of some realistic way to present the subject of apathy without feeling apathetic myself.
God, how am I supposed to do this? I know my relationship with you is more than what most of these kids have, but how can I explain that relationship without seeming like a know-it-all?
I didn't want to seem like a fake.
Then a thought occurred to me.
I won't seem like a fake if they can see me living out my relationship...
But wait, am I?
So I got in there, and was as real as I could be. Real about being real, even when we don't want to be.
But I still wasn't satisfied with my unanswered question.
OK, I've been going to a Christian school since fourth grade.
I made it through middle school without too much damage.
I see myself at a better place with God than most of my schoolmates.
Why am I not satisfied?
Because I know there is more. More that I can do, more that I can give. Sometimes I struggle with my beliefs because I feel that everyone's around me are so different. But maybe I could start using that to my advantage. Perhaps what I have to give and the insight that I can share is just what somebody else needs.
God, I want to be what you created me to be.
Sometimes I wonder why I go to my school. Then I'm reminded of the passage in Esther, and how she was called to stand up for her people at exactly the perfect time.
And here is a group of people in the same sphere as I, who are desperately lost, but they think they're on the right track. Which could be more dangerous than knowing your on the wrong track. They're believing a lie, and it's eating away at them.
I can do something about that. Maybe I'm here for this.
God, I want to be remembered for what you do through me, as that girl who took advantage of a moment; who saw opportunities.
Use me.
Whatever, I know.
Well, anyway, I just got back from a retreat that I took with my high school of a mere 80 students. It was fine, in case you wanted to know, but it got me thinking. The speaker who was there was hammering the "apathy speech" at us. If you're a Christian student, such as myself, you most likely know exactly what I'm talking about. For me, hearing it for the up-teenth time made me feel as though the speech itself was apathetic. Well, afterwards we broke into groups to discuss it. Since I'm on student counsel I was supposed to lead one. I didn't have time to gather my thoughts. I was trying to think of some realistic way to present the subject of apathy without feeling apathetic myself.
God, how am I supposed to do this? I know my relationship with you is more than what most of these kids have, but how can I explain that relationship without seeming like a know-it-all?
I didn't want to seem like a fake.
Then a thought occurred to me.
I won't seem like a fake if they can see me living out my relationship...
But wait, am I?
So I got in there, and was as real as I could be. Real about being real, even when we don't want to be.
But I still wasn't satisfied with my unanswered question.
OK, I've been going to a Christian school since fourth grade.
I made it through middle school without too much damage.
I see myself at a better place with God than most of my schoolmates.
Why am I not satisfied?
Because I know there is more. More that I can do, more that I can give. Sometimes I struggle with my beliefs because I feel that everyone's around me are so different. But maybe I could start using that to my advantage. Perhaps what I have to give and the insight that I can share is just what somebody else needs.
God, I want to be what you created me to be.
Sometimes I wonder why I go to my school. Then I'm reminded of the passage in Esther, and how she was called to stand up for her people at exactly the perfect time.
And here is a group of people in the same sphere as I, who are desperately lost, but they think they're on the right track. Which could be more dangerous than knowing your on the wrong track. They're believing a lie, and it's eating away at them.
I can do something about that. Maybe I'm here for this.
God, I want to be remembered for what you do through me, as that girl who took advantage of a moment; who saw opportunities.
Use me.
