We gathered before sunrise, breath visible in the cold air, rain tapping steadily against poster board signs. The cardboard softened as the morning wore on, ink bleeding at the edges, but nobody left.
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“It’s the teachers’ lounge. Or the workroom. Or whatever name your school gives to the small, windowless space where hope — and hygiene — go to die.”
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We have gotten to the point in our society in which we expect our needs to be met immediately. As Christians, we expect God to know our needs and meet them without our even having to ask, but God clearly tells us that we are to pray and ask for what we need.
