a postscript on foreign children

let us not think i write as a gentle martyr, overflowing with righteousness in the midst of unruly miscreants.

i write because this is how i learn.

i remember commiting one distinctly kind act yesterday. 15 minutes. out of 7.5 hours of grumpiness.

when has Jesus ever treated me suchly? nay, not Jesus. never Jesus.

my strictness is a sham.
i must be kind, and let Christ's peace bring order by osmosis.


KIND. JUST. PEACEFUL. WITH JOY.

the Individual.
classroom "management" be hanged.