By Stephen C. Schultz The chalk dust was scratching my throat as I spontaneously coughed. It's one of those things that inevitably happens when using chalk and an eraser. It was Sunday and I was preparing to teach a Sunday School lesson on Faith. I was writing a few things on the chalk board when my 15 year old daughter walked in the classroom. As with most teenagers, she strolled over to where I was and said; "I have a hard time seeing you as a teacher." In her fifteen year old way of communicating, she was basically saying; "Teachers are revered fountains of knowledge and understanding...I live with you and you are not that!" I just smiled and said; "Your old man just might surprise you." She went on to sigh under her breath and roll her eyes. We were standing at the edge of a piano and as she leaned across the top, she started to laugh a bit. I asked what she was thinking and she mentioned with a qualifying tone; "I don...
Life presents us with experiences. We each interpret those experiences through the lens of our own history, relationships, struggles, and hopes. The same story can mean something entirely different to two different people, and that's not a flaw, it's part of being human.