The Dream

Last night I had a dream. It had something to do with the end of the world coming and God sent three people on a very special mission. Brock and I knew we both had been chosen, but were waiting to find who the third was. When we did, I was disappointed. It was a girl who looked to be about seven years old.
I can’t remember the mission in great detail (most of it was weird, anyways), but what I do remember is that we never would have finished the mission without the girl. I felt bad. I had judged the girl, who had been a vital piece to the mission, as not being useful.
Why do people do that? Why do we judge others’ capabilities and usefulness by sight? I mean, it doesn’t make sense. Like, someone might see another person and think, “Eww, they have dirty clothes. I don’t want to be their friend.”
What sense does that make, judging a person’s capability to be a good friend by their clothes? It’s nonsense, and yet it happens everyday!
Oh, I know a reason someone might do that. If they hang out with someone who’s “weird”, their friends’ll think they’re “weird”, as well. Well, I say, if you won’t hang out with someone “weird” for that reason, you have the wrong friends, and you worry too much about what people think about you.
No one should worry about who they hang out with to protect their reputation.

On the contrary, we speak as men approved by God to be entrusted with the gospel. We are not trying to please men but God, who tests our hearts. You know we never used flattery, nor did we put on a mask to cover up greed—God is our witness. We were not looking for praise from people, not from you or anyone else, even though as apostles of Christ we could have asserted our authority. Instead, we were like young children among you. (1 Thessalonians 2:4-7 NIV)

Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ. (Galatians 1:10 NIV)

Braeden Frantz,


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