Two girls showed up Sunday morning around Sunday School time. They’d been drinking until 530 that morning. The scary thing is they felt like it was ok, they ‘deserved it’ and wanted to do something to ‘feel good’.
Yes, I am glad they were there. I got to talk to them. But how to save them from themselves?
That is what my wife said she had. The coupons on the table looked like trash; and she crumpled them up to throw them away.
Which reminds me of our high school prom. I was helping the cool girls because I was a ‘provisional’ member (dating one of the cool girls). I picked up trash, crumpled it, and weathered their outraged screams while I found out that I’d crumpled a carefully cut out letter for the prom theme, Almost Paradise. Who knew? At that point, I became a ‘probationary provisional’ member of the cool club.
Oh, well.
Ken A Locke 