Do you ever think, “Man, I’m glad I’m not a pastor?” I mean, really, sometimes they must feel like second grade teachers, but all the students have cars and can go to a different school if they get mad! And boy do they get mad. . . at the silliest things.
My heart is heavy with the news of the mosque massacre in New Zealand earlier today. How do you even wrap your head around something like this? A man walks into a mosque for Friday prayers, holding his son’s hand. He stumbles out later carrying his son’s now lifeless body.