Sometimes I cry, sometimes I yell it, sometimes I hoarsely whisper it – but in all cases I beg.
Begging them to walk with Jesus every day.
That they might lead a life worthy of the calling to which they have been called.
Staying humble and meek, having patience, even granting allowances to one another in the spirit of love.
That they might be eager to be in the Spirit and be peacemakers not peacekeepers.
Then someone, like one of the guys, will engage in flatulence and then another will punch him in the arm and others will grab and twist his nibbles and the lesson is lost.
Not to worry. I beg when it comes to the adults as well.
I need to remind everyone that we were called to be one body and one Spirit, called to one hope that belongs with our call, one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God who is the Father of us all.
Maybe most importantly is that grace was given to each of us according to the measure of Christ‘s gift.