Fighting
A little boy who will grow up One teenager entered my house, followed by eight young boys, aged 7-10. They had a happy energy as they swarmed the table and requested water. "We heard there was a fight after the soccer game, so we went to go beat up some people from M-town." "See my weapon? I was trying to hit the other boys with it." One eight year-old grinned as he hefted the solid metal bar in his hand. I told him to give the weapon to me, setting it outside the door and informing him he could retrieve it when he left. Lemur! But then I wanted to talk with the boys about it a bit. I first addressed the weapon-wielder: "Look at your heart, my friend. You want to hit people with an iron bar because of a soccer game? If you hate other people, how can you say that you love God, who made them? Be careful, hating is easy, but Jesus says to love our enemies, not just our friends." He looked a little abashed. His friends giggled a little that ...