FCA

Last Thursday was the end of FCA for this school year. I really enjoy meeting with these high schoolers. They are very diverse bunch. Some of them are always adding to the conversation and some sit and listen. One thing that I've never seen, is one of them not paying attention to what is going on. I'm sure it's because they have the option of attending and if they're not interested, they don't show up. Linda Zimmerman (The Group Leader) and I have talked about some of this bunch being very reluctant at the beginning of the year and now they are comfortable participating and praying out loud. That's very encouraging. One thing that I've noticed is that some of them wear Christian themed shirts.
Here are a few of my favorites

Sometimes T-shirts and bumper stickers can be misleading. Here is an example.

Driving along a busy street, a man became aware of an impatient woman who was tailgating him. She was so close that when he had to brake to allow some children to use a pedestrian crossing, she almost crashed into him. 

Furious at being delayed, she sounded her horn and began waving her fists in a disgraceful exhibition of a road rage. 

Before she could move off, she felt a tap on her window. It was a police officer who ordered her to step out of the car. 

He then asked her to come down to the station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and put in a cell. 

A couple of hours later, after vehicle checks had been carried out, she was told that she could collect her valuables and that she was being released without charge. 

The woman was extremely indignant at her arrest and demanded an apology. 

The officer responsible explained the reason for the mistake. "You see, madam, I pulled up behind your car while you're sounding your horn and loudly cursing the driver in front of you. Then I noticed the 'Follow Jesus, Not Me' sticker on the rear window, the 'God Is Love' sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the boot. Naturally, I assumed that you had stolen the car..."

Much Love, Dennis