Yeesh

Last night I dreamed that I was at youth group teaching a lesson on loving people the way Christ loves. On the white board I wrote a list of different types of people, including a close friend, family member, teacher, prostitute, drug addict. In the middle of the activity a 6th grader raised her hand and asked what a prostitute is. I panicked; I didn't anticipate that... but I should have. The majority of the group laughed as I awkwardly (and quickly) explained prostitution. For the remainder of the night I couldn't shake the fear that I contributed to this girl's corruption rather than building her up in Christ... or the fear that I might be receiving a few phone calls the next day...

Uh oh. That wasn't a dream.