Some days, I'm quite honestly blown away by the depth and thoughtfulness of the teenagers I teach every morning. Their insights on faith and miracles can be so innocent, yet so mature at the very same time. They help me learn so much.
And there are days like today.
Ho. Lee. Crap.
If I didn't know each and every one of these kids' mothers personally, I'd swear that they all came flying out of a clown's birth canal squashed in a little, tiny Volkswagen Beetle--probably hitting each other with props. You know, giant inflatable hammers and little mini purses....it doesn't really matter, my point is that THEY'RE FRIGGIN' CRAZY.
Today, the same kid who insisted on wearing his hood like this the entire class,
also insisted that he knew what the 'gift of discerment' means. According to him, if you've been blessed with the spiritual gift of discernment, you can push someone out a second story window and if they're an angel they'll float up, and if they're on the devil's team, they'll fall.
I guess I thought that whole falling-out-a-window thing had more to do with gravity--but really now, who am I to know? I don't wear my hood in such a way that my face looks like an anus.
Lucky for him, he's my favorite.