The Heart of Christ

The first prayer I ever had answered was when I asked God to give me the heart of Christ. Everyone in Youth Group asked too---I was just going along. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. The next day, I saw Bag Lady on a park bench, unwrapping and rewrapping some piece of filth, grunting nonsense at anyone who passed too close. I had to hide behind a tree for fifteen minutes before I stopped crying. If only I'd hidden better. Wiping the last tears away, I found Johnny Schwalby and two other football players standing over me. "What's wrong with you?" Schwalby asked. I jumped to my feet and cleared my throat, "It's... I felt bad about her." "Let me get this straight," Schwalby scowled, "you're balling like a baby... over Bag Lady?" He blinked at me like a blind man. "Well," I stammered. "I mean. She's crazy. And she's got nothing and..." my voice trailed off. All three were staring like I was the crazy one. "You've GOT to be kidding!" Schwalby said, pushing his face into mine. "You... are... pathetic!" I flushed with fire and clenched my fists. "Please God," I prayed. "I don't want the heart of Christ anymore." But all I did was meet Schwalby's gaze. He shook his head and shoved me against the tree before leading his friends away. Of course, I started crying again. It wasn't for Bag Lady this time. And it wasn't for myself either. I cried for Johnny Schwalby and his friends.

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