Well, have not really used this, and sure this will be as private as my journal...lol.
I remember once in gr. 8...well, lets back up. Throughout elementary, I was not the most popular, but I definately hung with the cooler kids, and fit in very well. Now when other influences like smoking, drinking entered the picture, I was not interested, but people accepted that. I still was part of 'the group'.
Then about october, november, a kid named Lucas Godard (I could still describe him exactly) decided that his new bullying target would be me. he found it easy to highlite the fact that I was not doing what others were doing, and thoug some people expressed that they still liked me the same, no one could really be a true friend publicly with me. Not from that crowd anyways.
One day, this kid while the teacher was out, hit me pretty good over the head with the meter stick. I did not taddle, but another 'former good friend' went in private to express concern to teacher and vice principle. The vice pulled both of us into his office, and sat Lucas down. He placed a meter stick into my hand, and said this has gone on long enough...Lucas, you are going to sit there and take this, Mike, hit him like he hit you...hit him because of all tha thas happened.
This guy ruined my best Jr. High year. This guy impacted which school i would go to for high school. This guy ruined that year of my life. And i could not, even with the meter stick in my hand, and the vice eventually yelling 'hit him' take even one swing. Ii was not a Christian, that was just Mike, and who he is.
There are other bullies as you grow up in life, become an adult. They push and you make it work, for years. They claim good intentions so they are accepted in the adult world, but everyone knows what they are really like.
I feel like, with the meter stick in my hand or anything else, I could have no problem taking that swing, and making it count. I know it is wrong but I can't change it, i can't. It is too much this time. And imagine this, now I am a Christian.
People, pray for me.
Jesus forgive me.
Father God, change me.
Holy Spirit, don't leave.
I am not much for drama, but I came home from 145 hour week giving all to train young people, and came home betrayed.
But allas, it's April 30, and two major things due. Bye.
I remember once in gr. 8...well, lets back up. Throughout elementary, I was not the most popular, but I definately hung with the cooler kids, and fit in very well. Now when other influences like smoking, drinking entered the picture, I was not interested, but people accepted that. I still was part of 'the group'.
Then about october, november, a kid named Lucas Godard (I could still describe him exactly) decided that his new bullying target would be me. he found it easy to highlite the fact that I was not doing what others were doing, and thoug some people expressed that they still liked me the same, no one could really be a true friend publicly with me. Not from that crowd anyways.
One day, this kid while the teacher was out, hit me pretty good over the head with the meter stick. I did not taddle, but another 'former good friend' went in private to express concern to teacher and vice principle. The vice pulled both of us into his office, and sat Lucas down. He placed a meter stick into my hand, and said this has gone on long enough...Lucas, you are going to sit there and take this, Mike, hit him like he hit you...hit him because of all tha thas happened.
This guy ruined my best Jr. High year. This guy impacted which school i would go to for high school. This guy ruined that year of my life. And i could not, even with the meter stick in my hand, and the vice eventually yelling 'hit him' take even one swing. Ii was not a Christian, that was just Mike, and who he is.
There are other bullies as you grow up in life, become an adult. They push and you make it work, for years. They claim good intentions so they are accepted in the adult world, but everyone knows what they are really like.
I feel like, with the meter stick in my hand or anything else, I could have no problem taking that swing, and making it count. I know it is wrong but I can't change it, i can't. It is too much this time. And imagine this, now I am a Christian.
People, pray for me.
Jesus forgive me.
Father God, change me.
Holy Spirit, don't leave.
I am not much for drama, but I came home from 145 hour week giving all to train young people, and came home betrayed.
But allas, it's April 30, and two major things due. Bye.
posted by Pastor Pepsi at 7:57 AM
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