getting funky with Jesus and the boyz

I spent a quick stint teaching at Hall High School while I pondered if I would pursue a teaching career.  Having not graduated high school with my class because I failed US history you can imagine how it felt to teach high school history. To make it even more ironic the assistant principle I worked under was my former high school math teacher. I was a terror in her class! It blew her mind that I was actually teaching, so much so that she had to literally walk into my class one day to observe it. The class hushed as she stood in the doorway. She folded her arms, shook and her head and announced to the class "you have no idea who is teaching you".

The fancy people said the same thing to Jesus when he was eating with tax collectors and other sinners. But he knew, he knew full well. Jesus hung out with the kids who messed up, who partied, who did aweful things. They were sick. They needed a healer.

So in walks the doctor and heals their fatal disease. The only proper response when you beat death in to party long, loud and hard.

The time was coming when the doctor was going to leave for a bit. Then it would be a time to be sad, waiting for the final full healing. The sickness would still hurt and come back a bit until then.

This party was a new thing, and new skin.

Have you made it to the party? Are you loud?