It’s official. There are things I’m good at. “playing with children” is not one of them. Some kids came over this morning. There were four of them today. They hung out, lit some incense and candles, summersaulted on my carpet, and played some more church music.
I think I get why they’re into the Russian Vespers music now – one of them said, again that it reminded it of D___ – he was a five year old boy from here who moved to Bethel and got shot in the head. His funeral was Russian, and took place three weeks ago. They aren’t sure if the person who shot him intended to or not.
Lord, have mercy!