Thoughts Not Our Own

It happened one morning in my classroom. My group of seven youngsters seemed quite devilish. They had dumped various objects on the floor. They were inattentive and generally unwilling to work.

One thing seemed to build upon another in my thought until I simply lost control. I really blew. And for the remainder of that morning I acted the part of an angry, impatient young man. I snorted, fumed, threatened, coerced—showed very little of the patience and love I knew were native native to me as the expression of Love, God.

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