Putting God first

The figure, or sculpture, was not at all like the one I had directed the students in my class to make. The head was too small, and the legs were wrinkled and misshapen. The girls, it seemed, had not listened to my instructions. I had the impression that talking and laughing with friends seemed far more important to them than following the step-by-step procedures I had provided. 

It was summertime, and the atmosphere of the summer camp was informal. The girls didn’t mean to be disrespectful, but they did not show any willingness to fully participate in the activity of making a small figure out of bread dough. 

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