Sometimes I ponder, where is Christ? I live among Christians now and I still rarely see Christ displayed. Now don’t get me wrong I love the people here and being here. But there is so much complaining about things that Jesus would just take care of. Some one leaves garbage in the hall of the dorm, rather than picking it up people walk by it then complain that someone left garbage in the hall. There are people who are ostracized even here just because they are a little different or annoying, are we that immature that we cant talk to them or sit with them at a meal? So where is Christ? Why does it take some tragedy before Christians decide to act and serve like Christ. I am not claiming to not be guilty of this by any means, I am just wondering. Where is Christ?
Revolver: How has Kenadee taken his death?
Jolie: She thinks the stars are him. She thinks the brightest star is him. We’ll go outside and say goodnight. One of our best friend’s husband is deaf, so we know sign language. So we’ll do the hand sign for “I love you” a lot up at the stars. She’ll look up while we’re driving and start doing that hand sign for “I love you,” and sometimes at night, she’ll say, “I love you, daddy. When is daddy coming home from Heaven?” She gets really angry about it. It’s heartbreaking.
“boys will be boys”
“he’s a guy, he can’t help it”
“that’s just how men are”