All righty, kids . . . it’s about that time. Whether you like it or not, it’s time to head back to school. Oh, don’t act so surprised. You knew it was coming. This is much less shocking than Beyonce’s new haircut. Maybe I’m making some unfair assumptions, actually. Maybe you’re ready to head back. […]
Well, a lot has happened in those 15 years, and as I prepare to turn the ripe old age of 33 (my Jesus year), I've been reflecting on a lot of hard lessons I've learned along the way. If only there had been older adults giving me advice during my high school years, perhaps I could have been saved from a lot of heartache and bad decisions.
Breathing doesn't become less important as our physical tasks get more difficult; it becomes more important. It's the same with prayer. It will most likely seem impossible to find time for a lot of prayer during finals week. I urge you to make it work . . .
If you asked me what I got in my high school Chemistry class, I would tell you, 'An A and two C's!' Why? Not because I took the class three times, but because I got the A and my two friends, who I let cheat off my homework and tests, got the two C's! Unfortunately, when I was in high school, even though the teachers told us not to cheat, it wasn't a big deal. I didn't understand how my choices in school affected my relationship with Jesus.