Wishing...

So for the last week or so we have been talking about inner city schools in my education class. We are reading a book called Ordinary Resurrections by Jonathan Kozol and in it he talks about the time he spent with the students in an elementary school in the South Bronx. It is not full of statistics or lecturing about how the public school system in disrepair, which it is and needs help desperately, but it is full og the precious encouters he has with the students and their innocent insight into life and the things they deal with in their everyday lives. I love it and it is certainly not a book I will be selling back to the bookstore.

The main thing, though, is it takes me back to this summer. The particular kids I got to spend time with were not from the Bronx, but from Washington Heights in upper Manhattan, and contrary to popular belief Manhattan is not a place entirely made up of wealth and tourist attractions. I also see the kids at one of our ministries called Father's Heart, where we served dinner to them and their families and hung out with the kids. Sitting in class is hard because I want to be anywhere but in that classroom talking about these kids...I want to be out there with them.

I don't know where it started or why, but it is a fire that started and I can't extinguish...sorry for the cheesy metaphor, but I don't what God is going to do with this passion but I know He has a plan.