I do not talk about my old high-school often. It is hard to explain it….when I do…I feel that people get man confused with Jesus, and even though Christian was used in the name of our school….most of us knew that God was not pleased.
There were years of abuse for many students. Teachers and principals who disciplined with no love. I saw fellow students yelled at and thrown up against lockers. We had demerits and they were given for talking too much, chewing gum…I can’t tell you how many I received for chewing pen caps.
I was in trouble constantly….told that I was bad and that my heart was impure. I was told I wouldn’t amount to anything….and so it is with strange feelings that I felt when I saw these….
In a strange way it makes me happy….this place can’t hurt any others.
The rest of us still struggle….some got out without scratch….others walked away from God entirely….
I struggled with my faith but when my first husband died I felt the presence of God and He has walked me through one fiery trial after another…He is real….He is love…He will not allow evil to prevail in His name. He has nothing to do with that school….legalism did…
A verse we said daily at school “whether you eat or drink or whatsoever you do….do all to the glory of God.”
I have wondered often….how did the leadership say that without being convicted of how they treated students….all in the name of Jesus……
The Reluctant Red Nose 