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The Technology gods have smiled on parents. It is now possible to look up your child’s academic records on a whim. No more children ”forgetting” report cards at school or dealing with that pesky, ancient white out to magically turn that F into an A! I happened to log on the other day when my 7th grader was home. ‘Um, whatcha doing?” he asked nervously as he spied the school logo on my screen. I smiled benevolently, “Nothing, just looking at your grades.” Cue the menacing organ music as the beads of sweat emerged on his forehead. “Is there anything you need to tell me?” I asked while leveling my gaze at him. This is the equivalent of bluffing at poker. My oldest never fell for this trick, but my youngest, God Bless him, always does and routinely spills without further provocation.
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Sundays are my reset button. After a crazed week of work and life, I look forward to some time to re-connect spiritually, hear a great message and point my internal compass back to true north. I attend a big church (which honestly freaked me out for about the first month due to the sheer size), and the service starts with a few songs by an amazing band, accompanied by the congregation singing along. There are so many people, it doesn’t really matter if you aren’t a great singer, because usually your voice just blends in and ends up sounding great. It’s kind of like a holy version of auto-tune.
I packed up my truck and waved goodbye as I drove back down the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains under a bright blue September sky. The radio was off and a cd was playing, I don’t remember which one, as I was musing about the family I had seen for speech therapy. There were 7 kids, all home schooled by mom, a work at home dad, and a fully stocked basement including 2 generators ,all hidden away on a secluded couple of acres. The kids were incredibly well behaved and polite, and I thought their survivalist lifestyle was a bit odd, but it seemed to work for them. “Why would anyone want to live so far away from civilization?” I wondered. That questions was about to be answered in an unimaginable way. A ringing cell phone brought me out of my thoughts to the sound of my best friend sobbing into the phone. All I could catch were snippets, “planes, crashed, New York, terrible.” Key points telegraphed in a message that I couldn’t understand until much later that day.
The first day I met him, he plopped down into my lap like we were old friends, talking about life and the various things that popped into his head. He wasn’t waiting for a reply from me, just narrating the day of a 6 year old boy. The next time I saw him, he grabbed my hand and hugged me hard, telling me how happy he was to see me. But this time was different. My little first grader from my Sunday school small group was smiling like a Cheshire cat and practically reverberating with excitement, but not uttering a word. After ten minutes, he sidled up next to me, cupping his hands around my ear and shared his news. ”I’m a Christian!” he whispered, in the same incredulous tone that he might say “I can fly”.
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