Today I was walking home pondering some of the kids who crossed my path this week, especially ones who seem to be a bit out of control. It has been interesting for me to watch the levels of discipline (whether high or low) in the classroom.
I met several children today who are from a subculture in Spain that has a certain reputation. They are often shunned and discriminated against and pigeonholed. They seemed totally disinterested in school in general, and a bit lost in a world of their own creation.
My mind circled around the problems of engaging them when I can only speak to them in English, and at this point their exposure to that has been minimal. I wondered how I can teach them to respect each other, and themselves and me.
I don't know how it will go once I begin interacting with them on a consistent basis. The only thing I know for sure is to pray for them, that somehow I will be able to share the love of the only One who can make them whole.