The Rules Should Apply To Everyone

Tonight I taught a class of seriously awesome adults. Every Wednesday and Thursday, for a few hours, I trade in my kindergarten hat, my wife hat, my mamma hat for an adult basic education hat. That’s a big hat. I teach English as a second language to a group of people who are anxious to learn. They work harder than most people I know. They are rad.*
I asked them to be confident in themselves and the direction they are heading. And as I spoke the words, I realized these same rules need to apply to me too.
It’s so easy to give advice. It’s so easy to stand on the outside and know what someone else should do. But we are kidding ourselves when we say we are confident or that we KNOW how we would act in a situation we have never been in.
Sometimes God says move. Even when it doesn’t make a ton of sense, God says move, and we have the choice to listen. But we have the choice to stand still and ignore him.
This time I am going to move. Both feet.




*i love the word “rad”. One time when my brother and I were in middle school, we were at a family picnic. A cousin or some same aged relative ran up to my brother and said, “you’re rad.” He smirked like she wasn’t telling him something new.
Another obscure relative of the tween age came up and said the same thing. “You’re rad” and then giggled hysterically before running off.
My brother turned to me and stared at my face, imparting the wisdom of a knowing man. “These girls see my greatness” his eyes seemed to say.
Finally, a voice of reason showed up in the form of a ten year old. She giggled like the others, but this time she said,” do you know what R.A.D. Means?”
Of course we do. And we said so.
Her: no. It stands for retarded African dog.
Me: bwahahahaha. Oh. My side.