El renacimiento de la vida

Some days I wonder if the Lord is trying to get through to us and we respond by refusing to listen. In the past week, Hurricane Katrina has devastated an entire nation, only a few years after the september 11 bombings and yet we still harden our hearts and fail to dig deeper into the real reason that we live and breath the same air with everyone around us. I am tired. Yes, I am physically tired by an energy draining job, but more so my spirit is exhausted by the apathy that I see in the Christian people around me. I see believers who almost refuse to surrender their all to their Lord, and all in the name of self-interest and self-glory. Now, this may seem an unnatural ranting, but it's true, there are too many Christians in these United States of America that call themselves believers, but their lives have nothing to show for it. When are we going to stand up, dig deeper into the true meaning of Christianity and die to ourselves daily so that others may see what Jesus is all about. Instead, we are complacent with fulfilling the estatus-quo and living in the rotting cesspool of mediocrity. I am tired of this, I am tired of in it my life, and I urge the rest of you to find yourselves tired of it as well, and to stand up, dig a little deeper and walk much stronger. When you share the Lord with the other believers, share it with a vengeance, dig deeper, prepare well, and never speak with hesitance. Share your Jesus like you mean it.
On the other hand, I am encouraged. I live the majority of my days in the middle of a forsaken battle ground that is known as high school. There, I fight the daily battle for discipline in the lives of my students, and meet their resistance with more than my poor students ever bargained for. They are at that school because the government says that they must, and I am there to give them a fighting chance at life, a free education, and a sense of security and peace in their very unstable little lives. These kids are fighters. Well, some aren't, but most are and today they proved to me that my work there is a good thing. For the first time in these three weeks, I had an absolutely amazing day. Everyone came to school ready to fight, and they all won the battle within my classroom. All of them were ready for the work that I prepared for them, and they all seemed to have one of those "aha" moments in which the lightbulb goes off and they see that everything leading up to this one day has been for a purpose. I felt success. I felt victory. Tomorrow I pray for the same.