For as long as I’ve been here at Shepherd of the Valley, I’d done preschool chapel with the children during the week, and for as long as I’ve been here at Shepherd of the Valley, there’s always been a child or two who will run up to me and call me “God” or “Jesus”. “Hi, God!” While there are some good things to that for me, in terms of what children associate with me, and a jolting reminder of part of my role here in this place, I’m always quick -- as I’m sure you’d be too -- to say, “No, I’m not Jesus.”
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