Well, it was a rough night. I may not be wounded and bleeding but sometimes that’s the way I feel.
We had an arrest. (The student was later released to his mother.)
We had a fight.
The students were receptive and paid attention for the most part but there’s still those few students who mouth off to a leader, or have no respect for this place, others or themselves. After nights like this I’m left wondering “Why can’t we all just get along? Don’t any of you get it?”
Isn’t that always how it goes? I prayed over tonight probably more than I’ve prayed for a Wednesday night in a long time, and it’s one of the worst nights we’ve had!
Why is that? Why is it that the more we pray, the worse things seem to get?