“Courtney and Jeremiah need holy in they spirit. I do too.”
I was sitting on my porch reading in the early evening because our electricity had gone off abruptly, and across the yard came some neighborhood children wanting to play with Keith, my 9-year-old. The kids started a game of basketball and things seemed to be going well, everyone having fun, when something happened in the game. The next thing I knew, Keith was crying with rage and had thrown the basketball as hard as he could at one of the other children. It took a few minutes to untangle and deal with the situation, but finally things smoothed out and the game resumed. One of the kids, Jaleesa, a thirteen-year-old, sat down beside me and started to talk about how she too has problems controlling her anger. She said she had taken an anger management class and then told me about some situations at home and school in which it was hard to control her temper. I agreed with her that, yeah, it was hard sometimes, but that she could talk to God about it. I told her that’s what I do, because it is also hard for me, and that he will help because he likes us a lot. She has such a tender heart, and I want her to know God too. I don’t know what role God played in Keith’s outburst tonight – maybe he had something to do with it, maybe he didn’t. Maybe he arranged for the electricity to be out so we’d all be outside, although I rather doubt he would inconvenience everybody on the block just for our sake. Who knows? Anyway, I’m just glad I had the chance to share that one small thing.