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Ok, so I wasn't surrounded at gunpoint but you looked didn't you? Actually I had a pretty interesting lunch break today.
I was sitting across from my workplace in the parking lot of Taco-Bell, minding my own business and eating my "Cheesy Beefy Melt", when all of the sudden I was literally surrounded by 4 police cars and could not move from my parking spot. I only get a half an hour lunch break and I was on the last 10 minutes of it when all of this happened. You see something was up with the area schools today. I'm not sure if it was spring break, in-service or a massive plot by all the high schoolers to collectively skip school, but anyway there were just kids out everywhere today. So, like I said, I was sitting there watching my hips grow larger and this Explorer (the Ford kind - not the Columbus kind) pulled up with about 8 young guys packed in it. I'm pretty sure that they weren't all wearing their seat belts either since 8 kids minus 5 seat belts leaves three kids. Uhhummmmmmmmmmmmm, Can you tell I didn't skip school when I was a kid? But I digress. They pulled up about three spots away from me and all piled out and went into the Taco Bell. After a few minutes, they all came out but they didn't have any food, that I saw. They quickly backed out of their parking spot and came my way. They got right behind me and out of nowhere came these four police cars from every direction and forced them to back up into the spot next to me. The four cars completely boxed in both vehicles; theirs and mine. I sat there contemplating my escape route should gunfire ensue. I decided I could hop the curb if need be because I was in an Explorer too. There was a small tree on the berm right in front of me, but I decided that I could replace it later if I were to take it out while jumping the curb. Then I thought, what if I jumped the curb and the police came after me? I decided that wasn't a good idea right now. So I sat there eating my Taco (the rest of my combo meal), trying to look inconspicuous and hoping that no one I knew would come by and wonder what kind of trouble I had gotten myself into. I was imagining my name on the prayer list at church under "special".
These kids were belligerent and mouthy. So disrespectful. The police were being very professional, but you could tell they had run-ins with this gang of kids before since they knew many of them by name. The one officer was yelling at them and telling them he was sick of them causing trouble and wasn't going to put up with it anymore. Meanwhile another group of kids came walking through the parking lot. There were 8 or 10 of them and they were heckling the police and making fun of the kids in the car. I was sure a gang fight would break out at any moment and I would be in the middle of it. I was imagining the headlines in the paper tomorrow. "Middle aged lady caught in crossfire of a gang war, found dead at popular fast food restaurant with a taco hanging out of her mouth." Ok, so it sounds a little dramatic, but I tell ya, you would be surprised at the stupid things that go through your head in a situation like that. At least I hope I'm not the only one. Am I? The mother in me wanted to get out and give them all a good talking to or maybe even a spanking. I thought, "I should pass out tracs right now" but to be perfectly honest, I was a chicken and I didn't think the police would think too highly of me interfering.
To conclude my story, I was just about to call my boss and tell her that I would be back into work as soon as I was released from police custody, when one of the nice officers moved a couple of the cars and told me it was ok for me to leave. One of the other officers yelled at him and said "what are ya doing" and he said "I'm letting this lady out, she doesn't need to be in the middle of this mess". I felt like Eeyore about then and wanted to say "Thaaanks for noticin me"
All kidding aside and at the risk of stating the obvious, folks - our kids need prayer. They really do. If we're all sitting back and shaking our heads in disbelief at their attitudes and total lack of respect, when we're the generation that raised them, then what hope do their children (our grandchildren) have? Or for that matter what hope does our country have? Pray with me that God will get ahold of this current generation and the people who raised them and turn their hearts toward Him. We all need to make this a part of our daily prayer time.
This is the promise of God . . . .
2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
and God never breaks a promise. We just need to do our part. |
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| April 10, 2008 |
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| I love how you tell a story! But your message is certainly sobering and something all should read. I taught high school for several years before having kids and I can tell you firsthand how this generation is being raised. These kids do need our prayers. It breaks my heart to see the path these kids (and they are kids even though they don't want to admit it) are taking, the decisions they are making. Thank you for telling your story to make us all aware of the crises our kids face everyday. I pray that I continue to raise my son and daughter to be moral, selfless, honorable people who put the Lord first in everything they do. |
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| April 10, 2008 |
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| I'm glad you are ok Debs .I bet you will think of that event everytime you eat a taco lol |
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| April 10, 2008 |
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Next time, I would choose Sub Way. LOL!
No, but seriously, I agree. This generation [mine, to be exact] has gotten increasingly worse and worse as the days pass. It's hard to get by in a classroom full of high schoolers without seeing completely immodest apparel, hearing profanity or the immorality someone is going to be doing that weekend, or experiencing the unmindful disrespect and disregard this age group has nowadays. It's almost hard to look back and blame the parents, because even those who have been raised in a Christian home, with Biblical morals, can't be told apart from the teenagers raised in a home where the parents are completely nonchalant about their children!
I am in complete accession with you. Pray for this generation!!!
15:16 Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and [that] your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.
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| April 10, 2008 |
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Eat Fresh! Right on Lenna! I always do. BMT w/everything except cucumbers (which do not belong on a sandwich I don't care what my wife says, and carrots which also never belong on a sandwich!) and extra mayo on wheat bread. Yeah I know the extra mayo doesn't help much but hey, it tastes sooooooo good!
Great story Debbie. I am glad no violence broke out. Where in the world were you??? Rouge? Ecorse? Detroit? Inkster? This world hates authority, always has, always will. Notice the people who have 'good' lives submit to authority. The most important authority being of course the LORD, is oddly enough the most ignored authority.
Pray pray pray, for us all, that we would obey God, and everything else will fall into place. |
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| April 10, 2008 |
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| Awesome story, Debbie, and you are soooooo right! |
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| April 10, 2008 |
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| By the way, I wish I could give you a thousand stars on this one! |
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| April 12, 2008 |
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| Thanks to all of you for your comments. I told Bro_little that I think I am suffering from "post traumatic stress disorder" . . . . . from the TACO! |
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| April 12, 2008 |
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| Wow, Debbie. That was QUITE an exciting story. Thanks, and your heart for the young is appreciated! |
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| April 12, 2008 |
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| Debbie, I agree...eat fresh!! haha Wow, so glad God had his hand on you....may He rest His hand on this generation as well! Praying!~ |
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| April 12, 2008 |
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The best use of humor is when it has you laughing so hard the conviction that is coming that takes you out at the knees is all the more powerful. Girl, you do need to write a book. It could be about anything-how to match your socks, pencil-sharpener maintenance, anything, and it would be wonderful, and the Lord would use it.
You are so right...about Taco Bell (it's from the devil, I am certain. I think that truth is tucked away in one of those minor prophets somewhere)...and especially about our kids today. Not only are the teens in deep doo-doo, but the tweens and even younger are having struggles and fights and dramas and nightmares (in the daylight) and hurt so deeply that their one goal is to hurt back. If a kindness is shown, some are so shocked, they don't know how to react.
I sometimes with the adults could listen in on Teen prayer meeting at our church...it could make one weep..."pray for my younger sister-she's pregnant" "pray that my daddy will get out of jail" "pray that my mamma will quit drinking". We wonder why they act the way they do, and then you hear this little glimpses of what their dark world is like, and it's completely astonishing that they haven't burnt the building down.
If you know a teen, pray for that teen. If you don't know one, go find one. Let them know everyone is not hateful and cruel. Let them know someone cares about them and their future. |
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| April 20, 2008 |
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wow! I just got a chance to actually read this post! and you are so right! I mean I am pretty sheltered from a lot of the stuff that goes on...which btw I am SO thankful for!! But its absolutely everywhere!! Its so sad too! I will definately be praying along w/ you! |
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