“Where do you think you’re going when you die?” Girl 1
“Into a casket.” Girl 2
“Why do you believe that?” Girl 1
“Because that’s what we are taught in school. We come back like a flower or something.” Girl 2
Hearing this conversation made my blood boil in the deeper parts of me. How could we, as mothers and fathers of this generation, have let go of our God given right to share the truth? When did we begin to let our schools dictate what our children are to learn about the hope of life? When did reading and writing morph into drumming all hope out of the hearts of our youth? Where are the passionate prayers for justice?