Kids

Kids grow on you. They are fun at first, then they get annoying and then you grow to love them, and the yoyu are willing to die for these kids. I'm not quite there with dying for the kids, although you never know until you are presented with that type of situation.

All the pastor kids, Maria, Renna, Peter, Mike, Racheal have all grown close to me and I have grown fond of them. They're good kids and they've shown me that everything isn't about acquiring wealth to be comfortable, and have a high status.

I don't know if I'm ready to be a church planter in a inner-city church, along with the associated reduction in living, but I know God has definately challenged me with the type of living that I am living now, and the type of living that I think will keep me satisfied. For the high level of living that I think would keep me satisfied is not going to erally be fulfilling as I think it would be. Wilkin and Heather are satisfied with their place, no dishwasher, no A/C, no nice carpets and break-ins into the house. Whether or not it's galvanized me into action, I don't think it has quite yet to make a radical change, but I know I will be making a change nonetheless.