Again, my post. I’m reading the Kiddos’. Expect to see a few of theirs on the morrow. Then you’ll understand what I mean about expectations too low and all.
I cannot abide…pens that write poorly.
I cannot abide…drawers left open.
I cannot abide…words thrown around without thought.
I cannot abide…being late…missing the mark of God. The “X” marks the spot mark, here, right here, now.
I cannot abide… not finding the key, the angle, the way to woo a student to life.
I cannot abide…the state of women in the world: left out, left without, left alone, left over, left behind.
I cannot abide… patronizing, political parrots.
I cannot abide…selfishness dressed as favor.
I cannot abide…strategies that don’t embrace the future.
I cannot abide… attitudes that belittle youth and their capacity.
I cannot abide… religion’s demands.
I cannot abide …God’s love rendered less than it is…without end or measure.
I cannot abide…life apart from God’s presence.
I cannot abide…low expectations of young people.
I cannot abide…bad quality ketchup or barbecue sauce and store brand Cheezits.
What snags on your soul?