Well, today was the epitome of funky moods. It was the kind that is the most frustrating: there is money in the bank, my class was great, there's no school tomorrow, I had the evening completely free (a rare occurrence), and had just received photos of friends that I put up in the apartment.

As I found myself getting deeper in my funky mood as a result of not knowing why I was in a funky mood... I went and did errands. No change. Finally, after a friend called, it all poured out. I teared up as I told her about my day. First, I found out one of my Kindergartners from last year isn't doing well in first grade and got in trouble with the police over the summer. This was a student I LOVED. I knew if he ever came up for foster care he would have immediately been in my home. Then I told her about my kid with the meth Mom and how he is failing third grade again!!! Then I told her how couldn't help thinking how I learned yesterday that the kids who truly do not believe they are responsible for their actions (which perfectly describes one of my students) are the ones who end up stealing and killing as adults. I had a parent tell a bold face lie to me and tomorrow I have to decide what I'm going to do about it. Then there is the child who rumor has it her Mom hasn't been home lately...no one has been home lately...but no one is really sure. Right now I can't help but think of her lying in her house alone.

I began to think about all my other kids who have had parents in jail...and know that the statistics say they will follow the same path and probably end up in jail themselves.

This evening I have sat suffered from a broken and angry heart. No, it isn't over any guy or situation. It is not even over the parents...but at the Christian community. Why do we pour all this time and energy into Sunday School where all the parents and kids are saved? Why aren't we out on the field? Parents PAY people to take their kids off their hands....surely they would let us mentor them and teach them for free. There is such opportunity to show them the love of Christ. There is such opportunity to lead them to salvation. Why do we only take care of our own? Why is no one reaching out to them?

It took all afternoon...but I finally figured out the reason for my funky mood. Satan has his fingers gripped around these kids lives. Kids I deeply care about. Hed is slowly choking all hope from them. Sunday School is good. Yet it is putting a band aid on plump, rosy cheeked children while other children lay strewn on the battle field.

The war is on. Where is God's army?