The Last Day

Well, drove out of the lot this afternoon with two kids and 97 (or so, Deb, what's up!!!) exams to finish grading and obviously got to thinking. I usually cannot wait to get out of school for the summer. I know teachers are supposed to live for it, but frankly, right now I'm just plain tired. However, I realize that some of these kids will not be back this year and any impact I could have on them is now passed. It got me to think about what I accomplished this year. Did I do enough? Did I show them Jesus or turn them away? Did I blow my one shot? Did I teach them anything of real value? Did my conversations encourage them or discourage them? I don't know how to answer these questions. Here is what I wish my students learned more than anything:

Did you know how much you are loved? That God loved you so much, that he values you so much that to have a relationship with you he suffered through the sacrifice of His Son. That Jesus cares so much that the pain of torture and death was worth less than the possibility that you would came back to him. Do you know how special you are? When friends hurt you, or piss you off, when you feel alone and abandoned, this you can know. God loves you. And so do I. God will do anything for you. And so will I. That God is passionate about you.

OK now. Let's put this to rest: I suck at spelling and grammar. I don't proofread well because I'm too lazy to do it. If that's my biggest flaw (truth be told, it isn't) I'm doing all right.