Our actions do matter. Spirits go on living though. Thankful for the lessons, too.
As I grow older I sometimes catch myself lost in reflection upon specific times of my life. Usually when this happens it is a pain point I am revisiting as I ponder a decision or lack thereof I have made during situations in my past.
His name was Josiah. We laughingly called him Messiah because that is funny right? Well it was to a bunch of teens and we were on the younger end of that category. Much of what occurred was bullying, but it was done in the innocently, vicious way that only teens know how to do. We teased and mocked this kid that we only met on church retreats when our churches would come together on some mountain… hill, or in the middle of a bunch of trees and camp. We slept in cabins, discussed the scripture, and were supposed to find comradery during these times.
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