So my sister and I got up at the lovely hour of 6:30 A.M. and headed to West Salem High School for See You at the Pole. I had forgotten how awkward it is. I forgot how insecure we all were. Standing around that flagpole, in awkward silence with the cold morning wind blowing straight through my lumberjack flannel and jeans, I couldn't help but look around at the faces in the circle. It was surprisingly easy to read the thoughts on the kids' faces; one boy clearly thinking, "I hope she didn't think that prayer was dumb," as he smiles across the circle at her. She smiling back thinking, "I hope my hair looks okay." Another kid consumed with thoughts of the test they have next period, another with how cold they are in the short shorts and tank top they chose to wear; another student looking at every passerby who decides not to join the group and thinking about how they'll be treated later for taking a stand and still another checking their cell phone for the time thinking, "Surely the bell's gonna ring soon."
PEOPLE!!!!
We are so consumed with ourselves, our own insecurities, that we can't even pray in public! Are we as parents, pastors, youth workers and mentors really doing that poor of a job in teaching our kids to pray? I hope not, but in a world where Santa Clause reigns, how can we expect our kids to ask an omniscient being for anything more than what they want?
PEOPLE!!!!
We are so consumed with ourselves, our own insecurities, that we can't even pray in public! Are we as parents, pastors, youth workers and mentors really doing that poor of a job in teaching our kids to pray? I hope not, but in a world where Santa Clause reigns, how can we expect our kids to ask an omniscient being for anything more than what they want?
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